Blue notes spiraled upward.
Issuing from the golden brass.
Each one calling your sister home.
~
Little girl; little boy.
A bit more than a year apart.
The links were never truly broken.
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Twin souls with light surrounding.
I with my pen. You with your melodies.
What a song we could have written.
~
Poison of families ripped apart.
Separation to feed the lies.
Oh, my brother, we are the truth.
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The Saxman is now in paradise.
Playing his sweet tunes.
Ever calling his sister home.
~
We rose above our fates and followed our destinies!
~~~
C. Campbell
RIP brother dear. I miss you so.
I love you, too!
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beautiful and very sweet!! RIP, Rick!!
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