November 22nd
Forty Six years ago
In a Texas town
The leader of our country
Was fatally, shot down
While riding in a convertible
On that fatal day
Our president and our innocence
Were suddenly taken away
He was mortally wounded
Cradled in his wife’s hands
Changing America’s future
And our nation’s plans
There has been much speculation
And many different theory
Was it a lone gunman?
Or a major conspiracy
I guess we will never know
The truth of this evil plan
Who took away our hope
We had in this great man
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