Encore


A man of music
lived life by the guitar.
Fixed to the drink,
he chose time in the biz-arr.
Forty-six years
without fear, he cheers'd.
He downed his last bottle
of angels tears.
He hung up his hat
and he counted to seven.
Now the Man of Music
sings his songs in the heavens.

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