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Superman
So many looked to you for inspiration, Unlikely hero for the wheelchair nation. Proudly you fought and proudly you believed, Everyone loved you Christopher Reeve. Readily it seemed you accepted your fate, Man you are super..man you are great! All the nation mourns a hero has passed, No more bound, you fly again at last! Bill Herren Bill Herren is webmaster for http://www.personalized-name-poems.com your source for personalized poetry and gifts.
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