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Slow Dance
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Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterflys erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Dont dance so fast. Time is short. The music wont last. Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? Youd better slow down Dont dance so fast. Time is short. The music wont last. Ever told your child, Well do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say, Hi. Youd better slow down, Dont dance so fast. Time is short. The music wont last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through the day, It is like an unopened gift ... Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over. |
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| On a side note, this poem was originally started in 1997 and it is still making its rounds today. When I received it I knew it was a hoax, but the message in the poem is very powerful so there is good that can come from it. There is no terminally ill little girl that wrote this poem and asked that it reach as many people as possible as her dying wish. See: Urban Legends . | |||||||
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| Created: April 6, 2003 Nancy L. Spoolman |
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