Michel Jackson Poem by Ann Bell
Michel Jackson
he can't will his song
what's on its own sings
and rejuvenates
after each song.
he sings not as an answer
to public..
he simply can't help doing so-
an inward glee..life itself
in its own style and voice..
flutes out
an opulence of sound.
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5/2/2024 7:45:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You do Michael don't you? Michael Jackson? If not, I do apologize. I don't know. :) DC