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    billy

     happens every day. and i know its sad to saybut ive lost more people then the titanic, when i ride in a car i feel like i want to panic.because my heart beats like a drum, so fast. on the morning of february 26th. how he died... how they crashed.the ice grabbed his life from him with just one slip. then they plummeted into a tree and fell in a dip, in the earth.billy died instantly smashing his head on the door frame. and with brian barely alive, who is the one to blame?!his fiance sits home with the baby crying out tears of liquor, wishing the anti depressants would kick in quicker.his parents left to mourn and take care of three other children, little sisters crying , withing they could go with him. tony dazed out. with no emotion in his eyes. we know he's trying to be strong, we haven't even seen him cry. a lot of friends mourned too for the loss of a friend. just a month ago we lost kate, when will this nightmare end?!then came the calling hours, and a postponed funeral. billy would rest in an ice box until the ground was soft in april.billy's laid to rest , and brian lives with the guilt he shouldn't have, now its just us, wishing we could hear him laugh.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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