Right up there with Senator Jay Billington Bulworth. :)
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Ann Suellentrop
11 years ago
A beautiful, loving SOUL!!! Love never dies....
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Ray Carrier
11 years ago
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You'll live forever in my memories, & they are many, Brother - your spirit will live on
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Liz Woodruff
11 years ago
Anything is possible! Come on Jay! Say it ain't so!
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ethan au green
11 years ago
Long Live Jay!
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Marelise Voss
11 years ago
Once, now, and forever Jay!
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Lyndini
11 years ago
WHAT'S The RUMPUS?
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Elizabeth Croydon
11 years ago
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Death is a government scam !! The rock n roll lyrics were right! Don't Fear the Reaper!
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Glenn Carroll
11 years ago
#jaymarxlives
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Courtney Dowe
11 years ago
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
Right up there with Senator Jay Billington Bulworth. :)
A beautiful, loving SOUL!!! Love never dies....
You'll live forever in my memories, & they are many, Brother - your spirit will live on
Anything is possible! Come on Jay! Say it ain't so!
Long Live Jay!
Once, now, and forever Jay!
WHAT'S The RUMPUS?
Death is a government scam !! The rock n roll lyrics were right! Don't Fear the Reaper!
#jaymarxlives
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas