Dear Andy
How's the after life, Andy?Open enough for your stale talk?
Hope they've been acceptive of you
Because we never were, isn't that true?
Apologies, dear artist of NYC
You're on everyone's mind these days
The world's got you hangin' on it's wall
It's the result of time, never will you fall
& lose your long past 15 minutes.
Poetry by Kerra Dolarhyde
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Written on 2005-06-23 at 06:26
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