What a sad day for Monkee shines everywhere.
Davy Jones, what a sweet little monkey, all sugar and spice and all things nice. If Mike was the soul of the band, Mickey was the funny bone and Peter was the hair, Davy was the heart.
He was every little girl's dream date.
That's because when we were 11, he was our height.
Who could resist the accent?
And the twinkle in his tiny right eye.
Davey was our Paul Anka.
Our Nick Jonas.
Our Justin Bieber.
I will visit Davy in my dreams today.
I will always be a Daydream Believer on the Last Train to Clarksville.
Thanks Davy.
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