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Jan 2013
Rest
in
peace
Herb.

It's
just
over
a year
now

since
you
delivered
that
'hot shot'.

Did
you
send
it
into
your
veins.

Or
did someone
overdose
you,

did
some
one
other
than
your
self
give
you
that
lethal
injection.

Maybe
some
pretty
little
lady
that
had
you
wrapped
around
her
finger
'cause
she
needed
a little
rock
and
roll.

The
day
after
this
had
happened,
I
found
myself
knocking
at your
door...


Funny
how
things
work
isn't
it..




I miss you herb.

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