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Friday, 9 December 2016

Greg Lake RIP

So. Farewell then
Gregory Stuart Lake.

Yes.
You began with frippery,
Stood on a Persian rug
And believed in Father Christmas.

Keith's mum said it
Was pretentious.
Nice.

We were invited
To the show
That never ends.

But now it has.
Ended.

R. W. Emerson 12½




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