Saturday, July 10, 2010

John Denver

His music was gentle, yet bold.
He was John Denver.
His music like a chunk of gold,
Panned from a cold
Mountain stream.
He didn't scold
He never grew old.
He swallowed gravel
Which lay in his gizzard,
For he was actually part-human,
And was born from the trunk of a tree.

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