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Mr Soul Train Himself

(in Memory of Don Cornelius) Why did he-himself in the head come to blow After he had it "on the lock", where did it go When did this situation on him take its toll How could he, his whole LIFE away, up and throw When he with keeping it All together was "on a roll" This wasn't the Don Cornelius, We all love and know For what's it's worth, I wish him LOVE PEACE and SOUL!!! (We Miss You Don, RIP)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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