Anne Kirkbride – a poem

Anne Kirkbride

Has died.

She leaves a gap as wide

As the Pacific Ocean,

and I have a notion

that there is no potion

That can bring her back to The Street

Where we could meet

And maybe share a meat

and potato pie.

But we can’t, and I know why;

because Anne did die.

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