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Deal or No Deal A tribute to Florence Bentley Deal or No Deal her favourite host would say Noel Edmonds to her just a mere youngster Fun and the thrill of it all is what she liked A gift she had and many more amongst her. In her youth she looked like a film star Stunningly beautiful like Marilyn Monroe Laughter was important to her Met with a smile and a “mind how you go” She would giggle and had a twinkle in her eye That twinkle staying to the bitter end Our mum has lost a supportive sister And a lifelong best friend. Now that we are met with sorrow in our hearts But then she would not want that – not our flo So with a brave smile on all of our faces We say farewell aunty flo and mind how you go My Auntie Flo passed away a couple of years ago but most days I still think about her. She was cheerful always and an absolute star. I read my poem out at her funeral and as her final curtains closed I read the last line out, with a brave smile for her then crumbled. She was 97 when she passed away and worked all of her life.  Once again Auntie Flo this is for you.
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
Deal Or No Deal - A Tribute To Florence Bentley
Deal or No Deal A tribute to Florence Bentley Deal or No Deal her favourite host would say Noel Edmonds to her just a mere youngster Fun and the thrill of it all is what she liked A gift she had and many more amongst her. In her youth she looked like a film star Stunningly beautiful like Marilyn Monroe Laughter was important to her Met with a smile and a “mind how you go” She would giggle and had a twinkle in her eye That twinkle staying to the bitter end Our mum has lost a supportive sister And a lifelong best friend. Now that we are met with sorrow in our hearts But then she would not want that – not our flo So with a brave smile on all of our faces We say farewell aunty flo and mind how you go My Auntie Flo passed away a couple of years ago but most days I still think about her. She was cheerful always and an absolute star. I read my poem out at her funeral and as her final curtains closed I read the last line out, with a brave smile for her then crumbled. She was 97 when she passed away and worked all of her life.  Once again Auntie Flo this is for you.
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cheryl-love
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
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