On the Death of a Friend’s Brother: Revolutionary Blogging Stream-of-Consciousness Poetry

He,
like me,
quirky.

Music poet,
not afraid to show it,
nor grow it.

When we met we laughed.
Life’s full measure we quaffed.
Lived life to its full staff.

I will miss
his playfulness.
We could have been friends, I guess.

But he’s now gone.
At least he wasn’t alone.

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