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Fw: Slow Dance (to assist children's cancer)



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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.



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                                -------- 



                                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. 



                                Dr. 

                                Dennis Shields, Professor
                                Department of Developmental and 
                                Molecular 
                                Biology
                                1300 
                                Morris Park 
                                Avenue
                                Bronx , New York 
                                10461


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