"AGGI'S" GONE.
 
‘Aggi”s gone
Now the Pavements bear,
In the  cold night Air,
Where Aggie slept,
Between board ‘n’ blanket,
In the cold night Air,
                Where?
There!
In Boutport  Street.
 
Says, the Worshipful flowers,
There!
 
Now “Aigg”s gone,
What does anyone care?
Now he’s Gone,
Gone to  God,
Fucking  God,
With Angels ‘n’ Stars,
 
Where?
There!
In  the cold night Air.                

(Alan  ‘Aggi’ Aageson 54)