Robert Goulet Poem by Randy Johnson

Robert Goulet

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You were a great entertainer who was treasured.
Your contribution brought lots of pleasure.
Now many people are depressed.
It's very hard for the world to lay you to rest.
You died while you were waiting to have a lung transplanted.
When you performed, millions of people were enchanted.

Friday, November 2, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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