I am going to miss hearing your soulful, scratchety-hatchety whiskey-soaked, velvety voice.
I am going to miss dancing to your grooving beats in clubs on nights of revelry.
I am going to miss playing Back to Black and Frank on Sunday mornings when I am meant to be at church.
And I am going to miss jamming like a crazy person with my eyes closed and my skirt short, hair a mess and 'Rehab' on my lips, feeling devil-may-care with a stolen cigarette in my mouth.
Amy you were beautiful and gifted.
But, like Jimi, Janis and Kurt, you leave us too early, leaving a legend in your place.
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