Get Well Soon Bestie
¶ 1
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I don’t think anyone needs reminding
Of the goal in the European Cup Final
Or the way he became, unofficially,
The 5th Beatle, though he played for Man U
And they were all good Liverpool lads.
¶ 2
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I don’t want to dwell on the decline in health
Because it’s often the price that genius suffers
And the outrageously talented are often also troubled.
Bestie, get well soon. We will never forget you.
You are eternal. How about a quiet old age?
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