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Oh what a shame
I say, he's gone
it's not the same
without the Don
as he regarded
his poet self
was he awarded
by an elf
five stars or more
and public mention?
He was a bore
with mean intention
and a disorder
of mind and spirit
close to the border
where he could stir it
this soup of hate
and envy salad
he loved debate
but nothing valid
did cross his lips
for us to hear
a sunken ship
can't see the pier.
Perhaps he's gone
to old Valhalla
was he a con
who's fooling Allah?
Oh no, my friend
that final portal
is not the end,
he is immortal.
Herbert Nehrlich
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