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Remembering when

Peter Tosh was killed

that  was

a brutal, intense weekend.

I didn’t go to Maryland

with a group of friends

to see the Dead.

Things didn’t work out

with the girl

that was the reason

I didn’t go to Maryland

to see the Dead.

Then I woke up

that Sunday morning

with a viscous hangover

from drinking whiskey

cause I was depressed

over the girl that

made me miss the Dead.

I opened up the paper

and was confronted

with the news

that Peter Tosh was murdered.

I just threw my arms

up in the air

I was like,

“This is not a good weekend!”

My head was spinning

from this turn of events

I almost felt like Armageddon

the end was near

but ultimately I did

recover from it

although I must admit

that I’ve never blown off the Dead

for another lady since then.

I would hope that

reggae musicians and the Dead

appreciate the sacrifice

I’ve made on their behalf

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