I lived in Minnesota for a large portion of my life. Time for a Prince poem.
Bob Dylan left but the Prince stayed at home.
(Some people wander; some never quite roam.)
Prince could have put Paisley Park anywhere,
Even on Mars–the songsters wouldn’t care.
They would have rocketed way past the moon
To record with him or sing a sweet tune.
But, he loved to bicycle near Paisley Park
Or stop by some local nightclubs after dark.
We’d see his car at local Dairy Queens
or First Avenue–“Mini-apple” scenes.
He gave late-night jams for many to see . . .
We mourn our Prince now; he was family.