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The Heavenly Range
We pause to remember our friends,
Who quietly went before, A smile emerges recalling them,
Lives to live much more;
Chad Harmon, forever cool,
A cowboy named J. R.
Discussing football with Greg Marshall,
As Herman takes a stroll;
Tough Sylvester and Stanley Procell,
Bum cigarettes from Kenneth Breaux
As Carmen Cassidy and Tammy Caraway
Surprisingly say no, no;
Peggy Orebo makes her entrance,
As Tommy Bates exclaims,
Tim Jacques can’t shoot no ball,
But Conley a drum can play;
Dale and Frank still hang together
With Charlie Cormier in tow,
The real Tuffy and Johnnie Kellis,
Some mischief did they sow;
Charles Stephenson looked about 40,
And Donnie not so old,
Jackie Wilson had the hair
And Tommy Scott a fro;
Janice Young, we all remember,
Ronald Offord, a friend indeed,
Helene Bowser, a quiet spirit,
Cynthia Monroe, a little louder;
Billingsley and Guidry,
Brenda’s with beauty,
Lyn Broussard, her album picture,
Fond memory is our duty;
Whose name will be added
Ten years hence, today we do not know,
I have some guesses of who we’ll see
Above and down below;
So raise your glasses, to Mustangs gone,
A heavenly range they roam,
Prepared to meet us at both locations,
But hopefully not too soon.
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