Roll the credits
¶ 1
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We’re the TV generation –
those of us of a certain age, hold it in veneration;
it was our sitter, our tutor
our comfort blanket
our fortifier;
it was our jedi, our buddha
our saint, our scholar
our diablo;
¶ 2
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And every decade
we had standouts :
Seventies; Kojak, Colditz, Catweazle and anything Anderson (Gerry)
Eighties; Hill St Blues, Boys From the Blackstuff
Nineties; NYPD Blue
Naughties; The Wire, Life on Mars
¶ 3
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But all throughout the ages
we had the backbone
the constant
the immutable;
our dream weaver –
Match of the Day
(and it’s imitators)
¶ 4
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Every year, a season finale
a cliffhanger
the denouement
and a fitting finish –
all ends tied up.
¶ 5
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Goodies and baddies
feted with medals –
or testcarded
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