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Jack was nimble. Jack was quick. Jack had cash and Jack was slick, but Jack never learned to watch his back.

Completely, no one's heard from Jack.

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I know how I'd like to pass from this world.

I don't want to happen for a long while, but when it does, I want to be surrounded by loved ones.

I want to tell them each how dear they are to me.

I want hugs, I want kisses, I want love, hands held, stories shared, beautiful last meals, rich desserts, sunsets, ocean breezes.

I want to touch my grandkids and my grand-grandkids each in their turn.

And I want to leave.

And everybody else, I want them to share a ballad tune of the finest skies to kick up the music and when we have last, and cry to last some more, I want to go to sleep with a smile on my face.

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