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Dancing Proud and Tall
21 September 2006 -MRW
As these things are.
I try to stay afar.
Just like a hundred memorials
heard somewhere before.
Enter, listen, stay sad, head for the door.
Words come and go.....
But not today,
for admist it all,
I saw a tornado,
handsome, and tall.
Peering out the window,
I got a peek,
Of a whirlwind, graceful and sweet.
Dancing across the prairie,
Swaying to his own beat.
I could not help but admire,
for he affected so many.
Although it seemed he�d never stop,
he�d make sure to slow down,
brakes red hot, and a bald tire,
Just to ernestly inquire,
How are you, Doll?
I smiled as he danced by...
...one last time.
Yes, I saw a tornado,
as it ascended to Heaven,
dancing, proud and tall.
We miss you, John Paul.
