Satellite winter of ’64:
“Baby Please Don’t Go”,
Jukebox choice with our fish and chips,
“You know I love you so.”
Lennon’s harmonica wailing
“I Should Have Known Better”.
My last tanner spinning
As I re-read that final letter.
While in Tommy Casey’s convivial bar
Sea-faring men sank pints of Bass,
At the formica-topped chip-shop table
We drank our parting Cola glass.
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Satellite winter of ’64:
The Rolling Stones our final play:
“You know, I used to love her but –
It’s all over now.”