MJ

Pretty as a picture,

even her picture turns

heads now that she’s gone.

 

Sweet and no nonsense,

her Southern sense of decorum

could rub me wrong.

 

Co’cola with milk and ice,

I never knew anyone but

her to drink it.

 

At any given gathering,

she’d ask for a song

and we’d sing it.

 

I wonder what she’s doing in heaven,

if her beauty is all restored.

If they don’t have music up in those clouds,

I imagine her rather bored…

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