And Undoubtedly Saint Peter Is Right Now Styling His Footwork

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  1. SamaraZoneJune 25, 2009 at 6:31 PM

    He brought us a lot of enjoyment over the years and sadly people took so much of his joy away. Rest in Peace Michael Jackson.

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  2. KathleenJune 25, 2009 at 8:10 PM

    That man is responsible for my bunions -- and I'm OK with that.

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  3. Eleonora BaldwinJune 25, 2009 at 11:34 PM

    The Michael Jackson I loved as a child and young adult died a long time ago, but I still can't believe he's gone at 50, so young.

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  4. LydiaJune 26, 2009 at 2:15 AM

    What Kathleen said? Yeah, that!
    Thriller energized my life at a time when I was very low. I will never forget the feeling of coming back to life when I played the album, when I heard it playing all around the neighborhood where I lived.

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  5. cathwrynnJune 26, 2009 at 2:17 AM

    are you sure its not the Other Guy getting some dancing tips?

    You know, the one from the wrong side of town?

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  6. UnknownJune 26, 2009 at 6:49 AM

    I suspect the Devil knows how to dance like a rock star:>) and that Michael lived through his own hell here on earth. I hope he is somewhere at peace.

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  7. Batteson.IndJune 26, 2009 at 8:03 AM

    I blame it on the boogie.... :-)

    Hope he's moonwalking in peace now!

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  8. aimsJune 26, 2009 at 1:28 PM

    What a talented and troubled soul.

    Sad.

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  9. Linda PendletonJune 26, 2009 at 9:25 PM

    Michael was a true artist, a genius. He left our world with a magical legacy. Hopefully he has now found real peace that he did not always have from his very early days.

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