Gram Parsons... Poem by D.A. Woods

Gram Parsons...

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The flying brother,
who sang like no other,
a tortured soul inside.

Death at an early age,
a vacant stage,
Joshua tree county landslide.

Sin City blue,
mohair hair suit,
reaching for stardom.

Music kept alive,
an idol to thrive,
Goodnight and R.I.P. Gram.

Monday, February 22, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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