niall kennedy Poems
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Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael, Michael (Jackson)
On the twentyfifth of june god floated away a beautiful balloon, the name of that man was called michael jackson.
and as that balloon floated way above ah swear to god that i seen a glove, a spangly one of magical metal, and ah'll bet it'll either be on michaels hand at the double unless he chooses to share it with his pet chimpanzee bubble(s) .
some say that lad jackson had died in vain, i say that he was born to entertain, with groovy seventies tunes or horrific dancing goons just like he had in the video thriller i bet i wasn't the only one who thought he'd kill, ...