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O little boy, Jim Ellison sung to Oh Little Town of Bethlehem.
by JustJeanette
O little boy, Jim Ellison
How still your Senses lie
Repressed them deep, oh, make them sleep
The silent years go by
Yet in the forests, hunting
A bomber gone to ground
In Solitude, first time in years
Your Senses now are found
For Jim was born a Guardian
And in Cascade he waits
While mortals sleep, the Sentinel seeks
The guide who is his fate
O Blair and Jim together
Proclaim the holy bond
Arresting those, who peace dispose
Protecting, all along
O holy Guard of Cascade who
Doth Guard us night and day
Cast your senses out and enter in
Be safe to us today
We hear your Ford's engines
The great glad roar it tell
O come to us, Protecting us
Our very Own Sentinel
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::hugs:: JustJeanette