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Nov 2014
Do you recall where you were that day, that November Friday afternoon?
The moment that you heard the news that someone had murdered J.F.K?
Some were just children at the time who now have grown so old and grey.
Half those Americans are gone who heard what Cronkite had to say.
That day that Camelot came to grief, and power passed to L.B.J.
Yes, I am a child of then, that day lives still in memory.
this is the anniversary of the assassination of John F. Kennedy
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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