The Beauty of His Obit
In the beauty of his obit, (this
soulful man), there was one omission:
His soul was purloined in a world
of privilege, too much permission.
Freddie, where were you when
I was ready. Now, only your
music plays in my mind.
There's no rewind.
for Freddie Mercury w/ love
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