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Friday, 11 November 2016

Leonard Cohen RIP

So long
Then
Leonard Norman Cohen.

Poet, singer, melancholic.

Yes.
Hallelujah.

You were
The favourite game
Of the beautiful losers.

But now it's game over.


W. B. Yeats 11 ¾



Posted by Colin at 01:18

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