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I remember John, even though he’s gone, Caisson rollin’ on, feelin’ woebegone. Oh, the hearts that cried, on the day he died, World turned cockeyed, tears we couldn’t hide. Cronkite read the news, gave us all the blues, Crumpled up tissues, the sorrow to diffuse. The end of Camelot, had become our lot, Consolation sought,Continue reading “Twenty-Two November”