Twenty Seven

July 24th, 2011 by Magdalena Tabor
Amy, close the door.
I can hear the angels singing.
They know the words to all your songs.
Don’t let them take you
To where you would not go.
Amy, shut the window.
Don’t let in the rain.

One, two, three
At twenty seven.
Janis, Jim, and Jimi.
One times two
At twenty seven.
Kurt, hold hands with Amy.

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5 Responses to “Twenty Seven”

  1. Kuzya1958 Says:

    Nice poem about amy & the others

  2. RAY Says:

    Kurt Cobain is still the best – check out my sit 2

  3. VICTOR Says:

    27 is too olld for drugs and 2 young to give up fun – jethro tull

  4. MITCHELL Says:

    I dig this poem . Everyone is dead – sucks !

  5. DALE Says:

    All my favorite stars are dead @ 27.

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