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A Tribute to JFK, Jr. It was a tiny moment in time, my last moment flying A second look into her eyes and the plane tries to dive The first look into her eyes I was all but glad to be alive Oh why couldn't this be a dream, how could I leave so many Wasn't it just when I was three, life turned upside down for me That pain was dismissed by mom, she knew of this kind of fright Only a tiny second to have back, Do I go to her is that my dad The night is deep dark and wet, yet I feel dry warm and loved Oh dad pick me up so I can fly, just like before you died It was a tiny moment in time, My last moment I was flying My Father hurled me from the sea, now it is Dad, Mom and me. Robert A. Flaspoehler Copyright ©2002 Robert A. Flaspoehler 
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