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By Jack Joseph Smith
Maybe he never did hear the legends of the dead singing yes
After all there is a stance to make from underneath
To leave the technologic and go to whip the rush
Of course here we invite the lethal
When Don walked into the furnal of my father's ashes
When ever my father grew to it in his distance
I knew that Don was the only one who from the past,was-there
was
The only representative of the South Walbash