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The
myth, the magick, the legend, the man, |
they
all knew your name. |
At times they talked in hushed whispers, |
how
they were all hip to your game |
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They
say they knew what you were trying to
sell, |
but
only because they all knew you so well. |
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Some
friends, some lovers, some critics,
even strangers, |
they all have a Dino story to tell. |
Did
they know you as the sweet child that
you once were? |
Were
they with you when you were walking
through hell? |
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Some
laugh, some cry, some scoff, some even
yell, |
ah
my love, they all knew you so well. |
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You
worked your magick, misunderstood at
times, |
you
loved so deep in the time you were allowed.
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Some
couldn't fathom your labor of love,
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they
say they knew you, and you were too
proud. |
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Well,
Just one more Dino story to tell; |
to
them, a wink and a smile as I say...
ah, you knew him so well. |
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You stood alone at times, flawed by
reality, |
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a diamond in the rough, so you turned
your hopes |
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and dreams… your pain and sorrow into
songs, |
songs
to heal them when times got tough. |
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Some
expected perfection; some understood
when you fell, |
but
then again, why not, they all knew you
so well. |
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through it all you weathered the squall,
when your time came, |
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like the Phoenix, you flew into the
flame; took the fall... |
Now
some will say you won't rise from the
ashes... |
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but
oh my love, they don't know you at all…
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Poem
and graphics Copyright
© January
2002 Catherine Powers a.k.a. CAT
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