His spirit claimed some
four decades.
Then a spade turned sod
that called "weicome to God."
While the booze
and the weed
did not exceed
the power of his brain.
The poems he gave
mixed with dancing and strife,
his generous mind,
he knew all that was life.
So, we'll drink to his thoughts
where ever they be,
and read of his memories
insistantly free.
Waf
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