From the depressioNet website

By mIcK50

Ying tong iddle I po,
Why did you have to go?
Couldn't you do just one more gig?
You and Eccles.......and that bald wig? Your wit, by far, surpasses mine,
With every word, with every line,
With every crazy deed and action,
You were, indeed, my main attraction.

Today's young child will never see,
Your logical, crazy imagery.
A wondrous joy they will never know:
Seeing cartoons on the radio.

I loved you, Spike, man and boy,
You gave me hope, you brought me joy.
Your imagination, unfettered, undefined,
Spilled over..........and infected mine.

- March 2002 -

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