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November 22nd, 1963... Junior year Sitting in a noisy high school cafeteria. JFK shot in Dallas. Silence. A sick joke, right? Wrong! Gone! Never to return... Tears. Anguish. This I remember. Two Kings lost in Memphis... A dream dissolves in a pool of blood on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel, An accidental overdose at Graceland. Those moments, I too remember. But others are missing. Extraordinary moments, important only to me. AWOL from memory. LAST times. If only I'd known... The last time I danced on Daddy's feet, The last time I heard my mother's voice calling me home to supper, The last time I kissed the boy who would haunt my dreams for life. Moments. Fleeting... priceless... gone... Never to be recalled.
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
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November 22nd, 1963... Junior year Sitting in a noisy high school cafeteria. JFK shot in Dallas. Silence. A sick joke, right? Wrong! Gone! Never to return... Tears. Anguish. This I remember. Two Kings lost in Memphis... A dream dissolves in a pool of blood on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel, An accidental overdose at Graceland. Those moments, I too remember. But others are missing. Extraordinary moments, important only to me. AWOL from memory. LAST times. If only I'd known... The last time I danced on Daddy's feet, The last time I heard my mother's voice calling me home to supper, The last time I kissed the boy who would haunt my dreams for life. Moments. Fleeting... priceless... gone... Never to be recalled.
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71/F/Westbrook, ME
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
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