Last Song - Whitney Houston, R.I.P.
A thoroughbred voice.
A stellar career.
A beautiful woman
singing songs sweet and clear.
Must I mention the millions
that flowed to her coffers.
Whitney could have enjoyed
what this world has to offer.
Then she married a punk,
not the least bit refined.
She drank a bit much
she did a few "lines"
A broken down voice;
missed notes and miss dates.
A fate like Monroe's-
Cut off young by the fates.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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