* Ode to Sarah By: David, 22, of Boston   Some would call me a copycat poet, An unoriginal talent, Ranked up there with Milli Vanilli And Puffy Combs. Hardly.   My intentions are at worst the best, At honoring such a deserving and Real talent as she. I could never do her proper justice Except to say that if we   Kept within our hearts one ounce of the Love that fills her soul, Even the poorest of us would not Ever know a touch of want.   Somewhere up above the Clouds, an angel was lost and found On Earth. Recognized by none, a halo was Placed upon her head, revealing In full, the depth of her beauty. Only now, we'll never give her back.