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SUNSET

SUNSET

Our August visitor from Kathy you came

 The eight of the flock, a start from the scratch

 In a time when colour was major to all

 With twisted wings and vibes, you soared past it

 High and high till colour was nought

The stage was set for all to see

 With moonwalk steps, the world was healed

 Dancing the dream, he was set

 You beat it, that thriller was massive

 The top is yours, now king of Pop

 A crown none has ever worn

With mysteries of stories your life was filled

 Some untrue, untold and sane

 The hidden jewel that came with the crown

 Your head ached-sore from beauty and ashes

 Still the king of pop, the crown you wore

 Today we gather,

 Droplets of blood painting our dance floor

 Our eyes are heavy, his sun has set

 Still, your moonwalks heal the world

DHESERT CHEQUER   

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