The Loss of Bob Ross
When this man died, we suffered a big loss.
The man who I'm speaking of was Bob Ross.
We all loved this fantastic painter who had skill.
Some watched him because his voice was tranquil.
A man once said that listening to Bob's voice was like taking Demerol.
When he died so young, people were both saddened and appalled.
On the day of his death, the world had a day that was black.
He was taken from us too soon and sadly he won't be back.
(DEDICATED TO BOB ROSS WHO DIED JULY 4, 1995.)
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