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Crokscrew polished and waiting.

Goodbye 625, thank you for serving us so well and for carrying the world on your shoulders..

A carrier wave of faith and buzz,
Along the air you breathe and fly,
Born from the masts of high and received from points so low,
For us, your servants, we watched you laugh, play and cry,

We miss you already, we miss you we will,
For all the days you brought us light and sound,
Let there be the same lament for you as 405,
And go round to Gerry's when we want you around,

When you came in the world we thought 'modern nonsense',
But now we eat our words,
Cos now we have something far more modern,
Transmitted by masts that look like turds,

So, goodbye then, dear sweet 625,
A big cuddle from a worshipper of many,
I'm watching you right now as I type,
But trust you to run Eastenders where Steve is having a row with Renee.

Night night.

Lau x