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Roger Turner - Poet
Poems
Feb 2020
Shooting star
I remember it like yesterday
50 years back, more or less
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
She sang songs about rebellion
of love and hate and less
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
She lit up the world
In 1971
She burned bright as a comet
She was there, and then...was done
The bar was almost empty
Most nights it was I guess
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
I remember when she saw me
We connected, I confess
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
She lit up the world
In 1971
She burned bright as a comet
She was there, and then...was done
Word spread out about her
She was primed to have success
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
An agent came and watched her
A low life lizard known as Jess
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
She lit up the world
In 1971
She burned bright as a comet
She was there, and then...was done
Promises were made to her
She heard his pitch, and she said yes
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
I saw her climb the charts that year
She was a shell, a real hot mess
She no longer had an old guitar
She now wore hot pants, not a dress
She lit up the world
In 1971
She burned bright as a comet
She was there, and then...was done
You could see she was a puppet
A golden goose for lizard Wes
She no longer had an old guitar
She now wore hot pants, not a dress
I heard she died, an overdose
I wasn't shocked, I must confess
They buried her in Hollywood
She wore a faded yellow dress
She lit up the world
In 1971
I remember her old guitar
And her faded yellow dress
#singer
#song
#yellow
#dress
#comet
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Roger Turner - Poet
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