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Crazy Harry's Dance, Part I

In a town in southern Ohio Lived a man called Crazy Harry. A weathered, old soul, all alone To children he appeared scary. He had had a habit every midnight No matter the happenstance, He climbed a hill behind his home And Crazy Harry danced. No one knew why he went up there, But they didn’t care too much. They passed it off as antics of And old man down on his luck. But one day a girl named Sharon A hairdresser, wife, and mom, Decided she would learn the truth Of what was going on. She started asking ‘round the town To learn of poor Harry’s part He once was called plain Harrison, And taught high school shop class. She learned that he was married once, To one Helen Mildred Long, A woman who has blessed his life, Who he would never wrong. But the world can b a brutal place An endless veil of tears, A cancer took Harry’s young wife, Before they’d made three years. Harry, they say, went mad a this And refused to leave his house. For six whole months he cried and raved For the loss of his poor spouse. When he emerged he rarely talked, Of peace he had been robbed. He left the school and shoveled dirt, From the streets, his only job. And not long after all of this, The older fold did sadly tell, Was the first time he made the climb, And danced up on that hill.... CONCLUDES IN PART II.

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