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"Sonnet for Matt Steven"
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Tributes by Jeph Johnson
Dark reflections poetic'ly composed
The strange, the outcast, most driven by strife
Throw words to the night and know friends as foes
Art imitates death more than it does life
Dark Poet o'er sees the talented throng
Electronic'ly producing stark prose
He sorts through bastions of other's sad songs
Dreams the inner workings of all he knows
His visions become our launch pad of hope
His grand web sight is not near it is far
Religion, abortion, the war on dope
Our passions are not cause for alarm
A tribute to him, desiring lass
I write you this sonnet while kissing ass
