Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
He Kept His Identity
He kept his dignity,
He didn’t turn to us to look back
As, I remember dressed in black.
He even kept his identity,
As we all cried, half a world away…
“Is it just out of habit - he’d say? ”
Even now he looks - snazzy
We can’t quite believe he’s gone!
That he didn’t cash his last coupon.
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