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Sepember 13 , 1945 , the day you were born And you had survived . An infant baby girl Arrived unto this world . Oh what promise Sparkled in your eyes . The world war ended When you drew first breath . Oh what hope lay Before you to test . Through a fall and winter too . Your first Halloween , Thanksgiving , and Christmas too . Remember the stuffed doll so soft And warm ? How on Valentine's Day you stole our hearts . Then on St. Patrick's Day you dressed in green . And when the cherry tree blossomed We took your pictures . Oh , what a glorious day that spring . Then a sudden illness caught us by surprise . You lost the sparkle in your eyes . And Jesus called out your name and left us in our grief . And took you with him to home in Heaven , May 23 , 1946 .
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
Sadler's Cemetery ( Connie Sue Johnson)
Sepember 13 , 1945 , the day you were born And you had survived . An infant baby girl Arrived unto this world . Oh what promise Sparkled in your eyes . The world war ended When you drew first breath . Oh what hope lay Before you to test . Through a fall and winter too . Your first Halloween , Thanksgiving , and Christmas too . Remember the stuffed doll so soft And warm ? How on Valentine's Day you stole our hearts . Then on St. Patrick's Day you dressed in green . And when the cherry tree blossomed We took your pictures . Oh , what a glorious day that spring . Then a sudden illness caught us by surprise . You lost the sparkle in your eyes . And Jesus called out your name and left us in our grief . And took you with him to home in Heaven , May 23 , 1946 .
South-by-Southwest
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75/M/Birmingham , Alabama
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
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