Dallas Doesn't Love YouA Poem by Devons
"I am the man," the President said,
"who accompanies Mrs. Kennedy.." Good weather, top down the glossy black Lincoln Continental and new paint as fresh as freshly-sliced flesh shiny as a hearse that's never been used. Motorcade glamour flashing lights and badges head-snap, skull-flap Zapruder-red flowers and blood on the limousine floor. "Mr. President, you can't say Dallas doesn't love you" the Governor's wife said then her yellow flowers splashed with the President's head. Mrs. Kennedy, so cute in her pink Chanel suit white gloves, pillbox hat (it was hard to match that) she's 'the look' of '63 soon to be retired and she glows as she goes where photographers shoot but bullets will be fired today's fashion smeared and eras frontiered the sands running out as the crowds waved and cheered. To die is to cast big speeches to the past and to lie at the last in states disunited Ask not what your country can do for you say goodbye to your life, your wife, and this land "They have killed my husband. I have his brains in my hand."
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Added on July 27, 2010Last Updated on May 26, 2015 Tags: JFK, assassination AuthorDevonsSouth West, United KingdomAboutWE BREAK ACROSS THESE TRAM LINES I DRAW by Haz I draw them with lines of reflections through their steps enough space between them for your space.. more..Writing
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