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Jul 2013
No, you will not hear him anymore.
belting out a Broadway score.
You would wait forever
before he walks through that door.
Cory’s golden voice is silenced,
because he was tempted and succumbed.
That often is the price one pays
to be forever young.

Cory Monteith, R.I.P
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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