Poem: In Like Flynn
In Like Flynn.
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Why was his world not right
His beauty brought him small delight
He scoured the world
Took his pick it seemed
Cleared Hollywood of empty dreams.
This man could write, excite, ignite
Delight in all who saw his light.
Did rampant drugs provide the soul
A woman’s tender flesh the whole.
Lord Of The Revel, Tasmanian devil.
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