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Since this is in basic, I'll give you some impressions I had throughout.  My first thought is this is pretty long, that's cool cause it's something Bob Dylan would do, but I think each one of his linss would be twice as long, that I think would feel a little better

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Bob Dylan 1961-64

In nineteen sixty-one, he burst upon the scene.
They called him “Hammond’s Folly”, executives weren’t keen.
The bosses at Columbia thought John Hammond a fool.
brought Dylan off the street, and sat him on a stool.
But record sales were possible when they realised his technique.
Was not like other singers, and his style quite unique. 

He made his mark quickly from Duluth on a train.
Arriving in New York, through ice, snow and rain.
He’d get a devoted following his name up there in lights.
Joan Baez his Queen, he’d sing of Civil Rights.
Found work in the cafes, loved being on stage.
Had to Pass the basket, a dollar a day his wage. Ii don't understand pass the basket

Singing Guthrie songs, Guitar around his shoulder.
With lyrics that cut deep, harmonica in its holder.
Blowing in the wind, he would sing in Greenwich village.
He had a raw charisma, and a hobo like image.
He would sing of love and loss, of dreams and despair.
The poet from Minnesota, his folk songs he would share. awkward phrasing

Sing tales of heartache, and struggles blacks were facing.
Supporting Martin King, for the freedom he was chasing.
He would write his own songs, Other singers he’d outshine.
Challenging the status quo of an America in decline.
Emmitt Till and Hattie Carroll, Black people that’d been killed.
With these great songs of freedom, A great following, he would build.

He stood for justice and truth, with a rebel's fervent flame.
Unswayed by popularity, Just another pawn in the game.
Dylan kept changing, like a rolling stone. I I like the use of his songs throughout
Each verse would tell a story, the seeds he had sown.
His words resonated deeply, across the great divide.
Uniting hearts and souls, with each poetic stride.

So, the blacks of America finally became more free.
the young Bob Dylan, the country had heard his plea. Kinda awkward 
But he said they were only songs, and he never supported a cause.
And all he ever wanted was a crowd and an applause.
In the annals of history, He will be up there with the King.
An inspiration for many, For the beautiful songs he'd sing.

Times were a’ changin , life had become hectic.
and early Bob Dylan had now gone, in sixty-five he went electric. awkward
He said he was just a singer, not here to save the nation.
but his popularity would make him
the Voice of a Generation.

Sorry for reformatting, reading it like this now I notice the story better, maybe there should be more consistency in the length of each line, I can't hear it right I think.  Look forward to seeing where it goes maybe I want more to flow like a story than a poem, with the rhymes a bonus treat, Dylan was a heavy rhymer,  thanks for sharing

Brilliant,
thank you.
pass the basket around was what they did in the clubs and bars

basically it’s asking the audience for a little cash

really happy with the feedback
thank you