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John Jr.---A Shooting Star He was only three… when he stood at attention... and saluted on that cold November day. The caissons have long passed... and the drums have fallen silent by the way. We will forever remember his tiny hand salute... on that dark and dreary day. He grew into a tall handsome man… admired by most... for his big smile and wave of hand. Leaving us to ponder what he could have been… if given the chance in time. But, like a shooting star… he’s left us, without reason or rhyme. Reminding us that we are mere mortals... wandering precariously in space and time. |
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