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| The Class Ring Near to the door he paused to stand as he took his class ring off her hand all who were watching did not speak as a silent tear ran down his cheek and through his mind the memories ran of the moments they walked and ran in the sand ( hand and hand) but now her eyes were so terribly cold for he would never again have her to hold they watched in silence as he bent near and whispered the words......"I LOVE YOU" in her ear he touched her face and started to cry as he put on his ring and wanted to die and just then the wind began to blow as they lowered her casket into the snow.... this is what happens to man alive..... when friends let friends.... drink and drive. -Unknown Let this poem sink into your head. Semd it to others whom you think need it. This is only a poem, you don't know if it is a real person they are speaking about or only fiction. But, the truth is this CAN happen to you, your friends, your parents, your brother or sister, ANYONE! Please think....DON'T DRIVE & DRIVE! Let someone take your keys, call a cab and save a life! |
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| This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. SLOW DANCE Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,"hi" You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift...Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over. -Unknown |
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