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My early morning post relates to the powerful emotions icons emit, when they leave us, forever in the physical sense.

Did the passing of an icon leave an impression on you?

Salute.

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The Fan

(An old voice whispers)


The rivers flowed that day
Volatile and wild

They drowned and rocked
All in that came within their way

Each drop
Saturated and overflowing

With such emotions

Like a catastrophic consuming ever swirling ocean

We all cried that fateful dark day

The Day we learned
Icons had passed away

Superstars of such revered depths

A reason why we all wept

It was February 3
1959

A tragic plane crash some
Time after nine

Peggie Sue
Donna
And Big Bopper

Had fallen from the sky
And become a cropper

That was the dark day
The music died

I still remember it
Like yesterday

The wind
The snow

My heroes
On tour

Oh how we wept
Rivers of tears

I can even feel those drops
Even after all these years

The Winter Dance Party
Turned into the party from hell

Things were never the same

What's his name
Don McLean

Wrote a song
Not long after
In 71

Such tribute
It hit number one

For four weeks
Straight

Well memories still
Sometimes seep
Out of us all

Echoes of distant places and faces

Rivers or streams
Pin drops or silvery trails

Mine returns
When I hear
Chantilly Lace

Donna
Or
That’ll Be the Day

And the wild rivers return
And reclaims my face

Copyright John Duffy

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