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Let the world know of your
Love one passing or memorial
"For less than the cost of publishing in the Daily paper"
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How precious is a mothers love, wonderful and free. God saw you were getting tired and a cure was not to be, so he put his arms around you and wispered "Come to me". With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass away, although we love you dearly we could not make you stay.........Sadly missed by Children, Granchildren nices, nephews other relatives and friends.
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