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His Royal Majesty

...for Freddie Mercury Muscles, sinews, stretching, pulsing, sweat, saliva, spitting forth, bold gyrations, undulations, strutting out for all he's worth. Pounding, every ounce of effort pouring from his proud physique, prancing, dancing, always making music that will leave us weak. Roger Taylor, Brian May, conspirators who fueled his fire, bass man Deacon, never wasting licks designed to send us higher. They're sublime, 'A Kind Of Magic, Under Pressure, Now I'm Here, Tutti Frutti, Tear It Up' were anthems for the fans to cheer! 'God Save The Queen, We Are The Champions,' apt finales for a king, culminating with an encore, they sure made the rafters ring! May he always thrill the airwaves, DVDs and CDs too, ever blessed, and dressed to rock you, born to boogie! born to sing!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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