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49 In memory of Stephen Edie 1962 Some losses can be expressed in tears, Others in sad words or fears But the world is not yet so old, For mine have never been told. God’s Queen, Her Majesty Queen Death Begot; it was a premature birth, Yet God welcomed His son Edie, And so I lost a friend so dear. Death wronged nature’s best design, Mankind’s best in him were assigned, To teach, spread and illustrate, Piety, honesty and even fate. In him beggars found a friend in need, Priests the same, a Christain in deed, Artists, an advertisement sample for gold And in him fate equated her goals. Tiko swarms received an honourable guest Steve Edie was there laid to rest, And so were brains and times hefty seeds All by death were brought to knees. Writers’ immortality in print remains Tyrants, monuments their fame proclaim History preserves the hated rebel, But Edie is lost beyond I can tell. ...

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