Lamar
(In Memory of Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston)
A handsome, dreadlock-wearing Prince
was My Lamar
With Big, brown Eyes and skin like
tar
Who was destined in LIFE, to score
many a par
Until FATE, saw fit to lead him, some
place, far
Which to Me, still seems so bizarre
When I recall him riding with DeWayne,
in the car
And, them funning, like it's "happy-
hour", at a bar
How it hurts, that he can't be where
We are
Despite of his being in the heavens,
A Rising Star
For his departure has left upon Us.
an impending scar
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