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My friends keep calling me Debbie's Clown
Cause she doesn't even know that I'm around
And all I wanna hear is that Debbie sound

I love her in vinyl, I love her on cassette,
I listen to her CD's and I view her on the net
They call me Debbie's Clown cause we've never even met

I'd like to sing with Debbie on the BBC
I'd like to sing at her concert with a kiss for my fee
I'd like to sing a duet when there's just her and me

I'd like to meet her someday and tell her how I feel
Maybe take her to McD… Continue

Lady Deb
The Romans called her Venus,
Goddess of beauty, of de Milo fame.
The Greeks called her Aphrodite,
No less lovely, just a different name

Now, as an angel in the flesh,
All silken and airy,
Mere mortals marvel,
And call her Deborah Harry.

In the future, when discussing Beethoven,
Bach or Blondie, Picture this;
A gorgeous DVD chick singing,
Not one hair or word amiss.

Mozart and Debbie will eternally radiate
And never fade away.
Her beauty, grace and voice will be the bar
Forever and a… Continue

Merry Christmas Deborah. Here's another of my Debbie inspired poems. You're a boss fine chick.
One Day With You

I would trade a sheiks harem for just one day with you.
Walking bare foot along the Brazos in a summer dew.
Or, breakfast at Tiffany's and a picnic in the park,
Holding hands like old friends, a goodnight kiss at the hint of dark.

I would give a kings ransom, just to be with you one day.
Listening to your conversation; everything you had to say,
What you like and what you don't; abou… Continue