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THE BEAUTY OF HIS OBIT

In the beauty of his obit, (this 
soulful man), there was one omission: 
His soul was purloined in a world 
of privilege, too much permission.
Freddie, where were you when
I was ready.  Now, only your 
music plays in my mind.
There's no rewind.

      for Freddie Mercury w/ love

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