He Is Gone
(in Memory of Rodney "CRASH" Edwards)
After I had grown of him very
fond
How could FATE come and
break that bond
Leaving Me with Nothing to
which I could hold on
Except, the MEMORIES, of
how he passed My lawn
If only I could bring it ALL
back, with My magic wand
Knowing I can't because
HE Is Gone
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