50 Years On Poem by John F. McCullagh
50 Years On
Twelve thirty five
three shots ring out.
The Presidents been hit.
He's dying, no doubt.
A ghost stares down
at the Motorcade.
Another clutches his throat
as lifesblood is splayed.
Their drama plays out
at Dealy Plaza
Without the blood
or the Dura mater.
A great Man murdered,
A vision gone
November twenty Second
Fifty Years on
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
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A commemoration will be held tomorrow in Dallas with a moment of silence at 12: 35 for the death of a President
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