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Today’s Obituaries Read Like This:
It is with deepest of sympathy I mourn the
loss of thy own life.
Yes, with every loss one is born, and things
will be replaced. But, all is not replaceable.
So much destruction and devastation. Years
are gone. Places in time lost forever.
The joys of simplicity were also diminished.
Occasions, relationships and tender years of
youth, Gone.
Never got past poor, but never before was
lower than what thou has become.
November 2005