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Don’t Be Like Jim,
Like living in the moment or sparking the whim,
Popping pills, sniffing stuff and shooting,
That’s just body polluting,
I’ve seen your LA nights,
And your LA lady,
Barroom fights,
Grooving with the shady,
Call it a generation, a phase,
But I am still here but you in Pere Lachaise,
Sure its dirt under a Parisian moon,
But with you gone it’s a never ending wound…
By Solmaz Hafezi, written by Jim Morrison’s grave.
Solmaz Hafezi 