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in memory of Pierre Elliot
Trudeau 1919 - 2000 “Why
the tears Monsieur?” asked the
elegantly dressed man with a red rose in his lapel. I mourn
the loss of a great man, sir. “Great?
Define ‘great’ Monsieur.” One who
loved his country, its people as much as his own family, sir. The
elegantly dressed man with a red
rose in his lapel then
smiled and said, “Do
not despair Monsieur, the place where he has gone puts tremendous value
on such souls. When the time is right, you will see him
again.” Upon
finishing, the
elegantly dressed man smiled once more, sniffed the rose, then tipped his hat. “Till
we meet again Monsieur, adieu.” © 2000 Chris Sorrenti |
