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From:
Gene Mattingly
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Saturday, November 22, 2014
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A poem by Gene Mattingly
The Last Rose
Standing proud among the thorns
tis time to go
the final act,
enjoy the show
One by one the petals fall
until
there aree
none at all
A gentle breeze
a kiss goodbye
takes this beauty
from my eyes.
I love you mama
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From:
Pelo Rojo
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Saturday, January 26, 2013
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The Lord is great and greatly to be praised.
Psalm 96:4
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From:
Pelo Rojo
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Sunday, June 5, 2011
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You were Granny Bea-we love you and miss you.
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