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Post by becclesboy on Jan 19, 2010 9:26:50 GMT
So fond farewell, our old friend Tel, you've left us to this radio hell. Stay in bed, you've done your stint sat sitting, with your Taffy young lady.
Togs near and far will feel the pain Who else could keep the country sane. It's true, You'll be sorely missed, us Togs in hell, and very pissed.
What shall we do, where shall we dial Even Nortan lad, would make us smile. That ginger boy is not for us, but don't lets make a fuss.
But what of John & his Janet Strange silence, across the planet. Woes and anguish across the land tears from Tel's loyal band.
Left to wander, the waves of sound, until our new home we have found. Cast adrift amid the ether Togs look lost, and faintly queer.
No more snorkers its all true, you've left us feeling very blue. You've made Peace with John and Greg, Best friends now, good old egg.
Time marched on, you've done your bit, gave meaning to that Bungay git. He'll have to find some other way to ease himself into the day.
Raised tons of money with those bids, to make life better for them there kids, But I wonder if they will ever know, the legend that was the breakfast show.
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Post by Phil Occifer™ on Jan 19, 2010 10:50:17 GMT
What an excellently written piece. I don't happen to agree with all the sentiments but must congratulate you on a fine poem
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debonaire
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Old enough to know better but young enough not to care
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Post by debonaire on Jan 21, 2010 14:04:17 GMT
Yup, not so much a programme - more a way of life.
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