I know, I know, I know!

But no more.

Two of our finest lost in less than a month.

The smoke sneaks away
Guilty of its crime
As the earth weeps of genius
That it meets before its time

The words, they live on
In pages often turned
In hearts and in souls
In memories forever burned

A warm tingly sun
Filter coffee in the morn
Warmth left behind
Long after they've gone

But this moment we mourn
The loss beyond measure
Peace to you, kind sirs
The memories we will treasure