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We Shall Now Sing

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We find the requiem to the Green Bay Packer 2017 season. I want you to sing loudly for the high notes, and we will ask the orchestra to be silent as we sing acapella for the sad parts of this piece.
In the first part of this song, we will be indicating the hope we had for the team. Then the dark Period of this saga, when the leader was injured and carted off the field. With our leader on that cart, it carried with his broken body the hope for a season of success.He would not return for weeks and when he did many observers thought it was too early.
We are still writing the final verses, but my feeling is that no matter how well they play or even if they were to win all of their remaining games, the end is already here

Now we turn to the family page. This is an illustrated page with the lyric's contained in the stories told by those images. If you can't see the words just hum along with the rest of us.


Brogan & Tate (photo by Kim)


Devon (photo by Uncle Todd)


Angie & Reagan (Photo by Me)


MeMe & Violet (Photo by Me)


Her Highness, The Lady Lucy (Photo by Me)


Abbott (Photo by One of her Parents, I think)


Max and KC (Photo by Me)



Felix (Photo by Angie)

We will now sing a dirge for those we have lost recently. This dirge will be sung in the New Orleans style as if we were marching to the graveyard.

Tom (Photo by Me)


Gordon (Photo by Me)


Traveling Trophy Royal Order of Toads, ROT


Ducks on Lake Maria (Photo by Me)


While we mourn the passing of these iconic figures, we rejoice that for the most part, if reincarnation is a reality, they won't come back until things get better.

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