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Andy Warhol

andy comes in campbell cans tomato soup black, white, and red squeezed out pop until it bled art is all in andy's head andy do you dare to dream pinks and yellows, blues and greens the day you popped onto the scene do you know just what i mean marilyn's golden in her day elvis skates in figure eight's 64 the riot race moon museum from outer space andy smokes the cigarettes andy crosses his long legs yellow hair on top his head is your 15 minutes up my friend andy's made it all so clear andy drew so we could hear it has been too many years andy can you paint my tears

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Date: 10/31/2016 8:43:00 PM
I vaguely remember his blonde hair & funny looking glasses but that's about it! Nice tribute to him Mike!:)
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Date: 10/31/2016 4:17:00 PM
This is a really cool poem, Mike. His paintings are now extremely expensive. He was quite a character.
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