Slow Dance
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> This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.
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> She wants to see how many people get her poem.
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> It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.
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> This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New
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> It! was sent by
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> a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing
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> SLOW DANCE
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> Have you ever watched kids
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> On a merry-go-round?
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> Or listened to the rain
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> Slapping on the ground?
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> Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
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> Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
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> You better slow down.
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> Don't dance so fast.
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> Time is short.
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> The music won't last.
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> Do you run through each day
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> On the fly?
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> When you ask How are you?
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> Do you hear the reply?
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> When the day is done
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> !
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> Do you lie in your bed
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> With the next hundred chores
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> Running through your head?
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> You'd better slow down
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> Don't dance so fast.
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> Time is short.
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> The music won't last.
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> Ever told your child,
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> We'll do it tomorrow?
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> And in your haste,
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> Not see his
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> sorrow?
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> Ever lost touch,
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> Let a good friendship die
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> Cause you never had time
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> To call and say,"Hi"
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> You'd better slow down.
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> Don't dance so fast.
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> Time is short.
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> The music won't last.
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> When you run so fast to get somewhere
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> You miss half the fun of getting there.
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> When you worry and hurry through your day,
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> It is like an unopened gift....
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> Thrown away.
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> Life is not a race.
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> Do take it slower
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> Hear the music
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> Before the song is over.
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> --------------------
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> FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.
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> Dear All:
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or
> get married and have a family of her own.
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> 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
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> not even your money, just your time!
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> PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST.
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> Dr. Dennis Shields, Professor
> Department of Developmental and Molecular Biology
> 1300 Morris Park Avenue
> Bronx, New York 10461
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Some people are so stupid.

http://www.hoax-slayer.com/slow-dance.html

Also proven false by the good people at snopes.com

[http://www.snopes.com/inboxer/medical/slowdance.asp]

*shakes head sadly at Slow Dance*

pgens, not about scams, not about money. Learn something for a change. No wonderer why everyone thinks pgens, Gravis, and the Ugly Reston PEACE are dick heads!

Actually, I take back what I said. It's pretty early in the morning and I've been drinking through since last night, Bowman's vodka. It's all I can afford, and it makes me a little ill-tempered.

All of you guys are pretty cool and actually contribute a lot to the site, unlike me obviously. I'm just kinda pissed about my personal life falling apart so I choose to lash out about it on the internet by attempting to be the name-calling bully bully instead of dealing with my problems head-on like a man.

I was bullied all though grade school but I guess that shows pretty clearly. Much like all name-calling bullies, I would never have the balls in real life to actually back my words up in any meaningful way, mostly because I am not very strong or intelligent.

So carry on guys, I may chime in with my third-grade name calling from time to time, but just know it's me getting pissed at my trailer's window AC unit being broken or soem other problem from my daily life, and I've just decided to obsessively latch on to you guys to vent my anger.

Sorry to hear about your troubles and I hope the poem helps out.

No Wonder People Hate Me, I'm a loser.

I feel so much better now.