Ode To Jm Hendrix
James was pretty good at his job
Left- handed nonetheless
Most thought it was not music
The kids just could not care less.
The feedback always washed him clean
The crowds breathed purple haze.
At 27, he died on Paisley satin sheen
Too much talent, he just ran out of days.
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