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Saturday, September 4, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
My Aunt Anne,
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be.
So his put his arms around you and whispered "Come to me"
With grateful eyes we watched you pass away,
Althought we loved you dearly we could not make you stay.
A Golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest.
God broke our heart to prove to us he only takes the best.