Sunday, November 6, 2016

An Audience Of One: Midnight 11_24_1963 Comments

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After all the crowds had gone, we came to the Rotunda where
Our murdered President lay in state, resting in his coffin there.
We shuffled in with our winds and woods to play a requiem for him.
Leonard Bernstein, with his grey tousled mane, motioned that we should begin.
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John F. McCullagh
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