Beat Babe: A Poem For Steven Tyler

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I wasn’t ready,

You skinny man of talents.

I took you for granted

For so many years.

The hair on your head

Not the faintest bit thinner.

How’s Liv? I miss her.

How’s life? I miss you.

My Steve, my Liege,

My Face, your face,

My grace. Your Place?

LOVE YOU. MEAN IT.
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  • Guest

    i can’t stop laughing lol