17th August 1977. I remember it well (I was 10). I was visiting an aunt the day after her birthday and two days before mine…
The King was dead
our mothers crying.
I still remember
Elvis dying.
Those punk pounded days
not easily forgotten.
When Sid was Vicious
and Johnny was Rotten.
Marc Bolan, hair curly
The Metal Guru.
A passenger in his Mini
An untimely death too.
American cop series
too many, too much.
The Rockford Files, Kojak
Starsky and Hutch.
BBC’s 1 and 2
And then ITV.
Flag waving patriots, the
Queen’s silver jubilee.
All this I remember
All this and much more.
I was much younger then
when life was no chore.
Christopher Farley – 2012.
Morgen 'with an E' Bailey 
WOW! Thanks you Morgen. This was the first thing I wrote (and posted). Ah, memories… 🙂
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Goodness me, suddenly I am transported. Just got in from a visit to Windsor castle, when the news came The King was dead. Our mini had broken down on the way back and our son, aged 6 was annoyed that we nearly missed seeing Seb Coe run in the Olympics (I think). The Jubilee and a new silver ingot necklace for my wedding anniversary and my husband off on tour again. Yep, remember it well. Thanks for this…FAB 🙂
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