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Jul 2015
My director and producers names will roll up after mine.
My author will want credit too and His name is next in line.
My supporting cast was fabulous in this game of "Let's pretend"
Now,as the credits start to roll, my "show" has reached the end.
The Play?, alas, a tragedy; the hero had to die.
The Soundtrack? filled with somber notes; this was no lullaby.

I'd love to do a sequel and assure you I'd be back,
but the rushes weren't good enough to make me confident of that.
When the best boy's name appears; he who had the gaffer's back,
The word "Finis" will briefly flash



and all will fade to black.
What if, when you're dying, you get to watch the credits instead of having your life flash before yo9ur eyes....
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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   martin, victoria, Olivia Kent, --- and ---
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