He was a big man but a graceful dancer, imposing in a zoot suit but shy and teddy-bearish in his acting roles, and his rhymes found the middle place between coming hard and fast and sounding as laid back as a day at the beach. My rhyming dictionary is next to my bed, and now I can't go to sleep without thinking of him. Rest in peace, Heavy D. The girls, the girls still love you.
Heather L. Seggel
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