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He Rolls on
Towards the West,
Bright orange setting sun
Guiding his way to rest.
The sun forever shine
On his weathered face,
I know this friend of mine
Is speeding to a better place.
On wings of Rolling Thunder
NO state trooper can see,
He rolls roads up yonder
He rolls on, Free.
By Mikealgazi@optonline.net
In Memory of Walter A. Rund, Member In The Wind on Long Island
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