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Suddenly he is gone His words unspoken And, more sadly, Unwritten Some said he’d been a preacher He could certainly hold a crowd Teasing them and pleasing them As he spoke his words aloud A painter of word pictures Spoken with verve and style With asides and interjections Every random once in a while A spoken word performer One of that select band Who could hold an audience In the palm of his hand A raconteur and humorist A veritable bright spark Love his work or loathe it But he certainly left his mark Now suddenly he is gone His words unspoken And, more sadly, Unwritten Rest In Peace

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Date: 12/15/2022 1:59:00 PM
This sounds like a tremendous loss; a tragedy indeed. Although beautifully written Terry
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Terry Ireland
Date: 12/16/2022 12:31:00 AM
Thanks FJ. He was a hard act to follow, as I did many times. At one Festival he finished with " Good luck Tel. I've never met such a miserable bunch of audience" and left to loud acclaim. Loved working with him.
Date: 12/13/2022 2:42:00 PM
a beautiful tribute, terry...
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Terry Ireland
Date: 12/14/2022 1:24:00 AM
A wonderful experience to listen to him, ilene.. We performed together quite a few times and i was always in awe of him. So many memories.

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