quick 'n clean...
he died quick 'n clean-
no pointless pain
or drawn-out scene...
he left on top-
in charge of life-
no clouds or storms
or angry strife...
and now we smile
and sing his songs
and dance his music
sweet 'n strong...
Joy Weare.
28th February, 2007.
In memory of the Australian
singer-musician-rock legend,
Billy Thorpe,
who died today.
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