The Mayor of Heaven
The Binger streets are empty,
The Mayor’s mansion sits alone.
When God remembered Thy son,
He summoned Big H home.
His giving heart stopped beating,
Within an April day.
His memories continue on,
For hmmm...is what he’d say.
For the spirit of his giving,
Was the community’s best ally.
Then God requested his council,
For the meetings in the sky.
The golden life he lived,
Was eulogized by the reverend.
God promoted his giving soul,
To be the Mayor of Heaven.
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In memory of Howard 'Big H' Taylor
for his giving heart and warm friendship
to the community of Binger Ok.
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