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Written 11/22/63 when I was 17. OMG was I ever ever 17?? |
| A Friday in November Three shots rang loud and clear A day we’ll all remember We all lost someone dear A sixth floor window opened A man, his brain not truly clear A bubble top was open We all lost someone dear A first lady now is widowed A nation dripped in tears The world for him is sorrowed We all lost someone dear |