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> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Slow Dance> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>This is a poem written by a teenager with
> >cancer.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>She wants to see how many people get her poem.>
> > >> >>> >> >>> >> >>It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>This poem was written by a terminally ill
> >young girl in a New York> >> >>Hospital .> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>It was sent
> >by a medical doctor.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Make sure to read what is in the
> >closing statement AFTER THE POEM.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>SLOW DANCE> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>Have you ever watched kids> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>On a
> >merry-go-round?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Or listened to the rain> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>Slapping on the ground?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Ever
> >followed a butterfly's erratic flight?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Or
> >gazed at the sun into the fading night?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>You better slow
> >down.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Don't dance so fast.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Time is
> >short.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>The music won't last.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Do you
> >run through each day> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>On the fly?> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>When you ask How are you?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Do you hear the reply?> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>When the day is done> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>!> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>Do you lie in your bed> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>With the next hundred
> >chores> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Running through your head?> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>You'd better slow down> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Don't dance so fast.> >> >>>
> > >> >>> >> >>Time is short.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>The music won't last.> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>Ever told your child,> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>We'll do it
> >tomorrow?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>And in your haste,> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Not
> >see his sorrow?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Ever lost touch,> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>Let a good friendship die> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Cause you never had time>
> > >> >>> >> >>> >> >>To call and say,"Hi"> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>You'd better
> >slow down.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Don't dance so fast.> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>Time is short.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>The music won't last.> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>When you run so fast to get somewhere> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>You miss
> >half the fun of getting there.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>When you worry and hurry
> >through your day,> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>It is like an unopened gift....> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>Thrown away.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Life is not a race.> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>Do take it slower> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Hear the music> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>Before the song is over.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>--------------------> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE
> >TOTAL COUNT.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Dear
> >All:> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>PLEASE pass
> >this mail on to everyone you know - even to those you don't> >> >>know! It
> >is the request of a special girl who will soon leave this > >>world> >>
> > >>due to cancer.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she>
> > >> >>wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the>
> > >> >>fullest, since she never will.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school,
> >or get married> >> >>and have a family of her own.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>By you sending this to as many people as
> >possible, you can give her and> >> >>her family a little hope, because with
> >every name that this is sent to,> >> >>The American Cancer Society will
> >donate 3 cents per name to her > >>treatment> >> >>and recovery plan. One
> >guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we > >>can> >> >>at least send
> >it to 5 or 6. It's not even your money, just your time!> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST.> >>
I think the last part is funny.
Almost as funny as cancer.
What kind of cancer? Who knows!?
In fact, this little girl has EVERY CANCER.
Especially the cancer of humanity called SELFISHNESS.
Yeah, I'd probably get cancer too if I wasn't an attention WHORE.
She should seriously consider selling her dying, underaged body on the streets. That'd make the American Cancer Society some real cash. And who needs to use a condom? SHE'S ALREADY DYING!
I hope she donates her body to science and I hope science has auctions. I want to own a real human skeleton before I die. And eat human flesh.
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>This is a poem written by a teenager with
> >cancer.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>She wants to see how many people get her poem.>
> > >> >>> >> >>> >> >>It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>This poem was written by a terminally ill
> >young girl in a New York> >> >>Hospital .> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>It was sent
> >by a medical doctor.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Make sure to read what is in the
> >closing statement AFTER THE POEM.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>SLOW DANCE> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>Have you ever watched kids> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>On a
> >merry-go-round?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Or listened to the rain> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>Slapping on the ground?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Ever
> >followed a butterfly's erratic flight?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Or
> >gazed at the sun into the fading night?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>You better slow
> >down.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Don't dance so fast.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Time is
> >short.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>The music won't last.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Do you
> >run through each day> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>On the fly?> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>When you ask How are you?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Do you hear the reply?> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>When the day is done> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>!> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>Do you lie in your bed> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>With the next hundred
> >chores> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Running through your head?> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>You'd better slow down> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Don't dance so fast.> >> >>>
> > >> >>> >> >>Time is short.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>The music won't last.> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>Ever told your child,> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>We'll do it
> >tomorrow?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>And in your haste,> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Not
> >see his sorrow?> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Ever lost touch,> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>Let a good friendship die> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Cause you never had time>
> > >> >>> >> >>> >> >>To call and say,"Hi"> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>You'd better
> >slow down.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Don't dance so fast.> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>Time is short.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>The music won't last.> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>When you run so fast to get somewhere> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>You miss
> >half the fun of getting there.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>When you worry and hurry
> >through your day,> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>It is like an unopened gift....> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>Thrown away.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Life is not a race.> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>Do take it slower> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Hear the music> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>Before the song is over.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>--------------------> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>>
> > >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE
> >TOTAL COUNT.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>Dear
> >All:> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>PLEASE pass
> >this mail on to everyone you know - even to those you don't> >> >>know! It
> >is the request of a special girl who will soon leave this > >>world> >>
> > >>due to cancer.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she>
> > >> >>wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the>
> > >> >>fullest, since she never will.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school,
> >or get married> >> >>and have a family of her own.> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>By you sending this to as many people as
> >possible, you can give her and> >> >>her family a little hope, because with
> >every name that this is sent to,> >> >>The American Cancer Society will
> >donate 3 cents per name to her > >>treatment> >> >>and recovery plan. One
> >guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we > >>can> >> >>at least send
> >it to 5 or 6. It's not even your money, just your time!> >> >>> >> >>> >>
> > >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST.> >>
I think the last part is funny.
Almost as funny as cancer.
What kind of cancer? Who knows!?
In fact, this little girl has EVERY CANCER.
Especially the cancer of humanity called SELFISHNESS.
Yeah, I'd probably get cancer too if I wasn't an attention WHORE.
She should seriously consider selling her dying, underaged body on the streets. That'd make the American Cancer Society some real cash. And who needs to use a condom? SHE'S ALREADY DYING!
I hope she donates her body to science and I hope science has auctions. I want to own a real human skeleton before I die. And eat human flesh.