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Fifty Years Ago a Dedication  
It was nice day in the Caribbean Sea I was on 
a small tank ship called “Saphir” a radio message
the president Kennedy had been assassinated.
Deep silence in the mess hall, because he was 
to use a modern vernacular: The Man.
He was the one who could lead us into a bright 
future, he energized us and, our trusted brother; 
and nothing could go wrong on his watch. 
So who was this slayer? The ogre that had killed 
our hero? We were soon to know, a weak chinned 
misfit called Oswald. There has been conspiracy 
 theories aplenty over the years, but I still think 
Oswald acted alone out of envy and dark hatred;
a loser seeking infamy, to prove something only
his dark mind could understand. 
50 years have gone the players are dead or old 
but president Kennedy will forever be a beacon 
of light for us who loved America.

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