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Feb 2016
How do you spell wonderful human being, it's spelled A-G-N-E-S.
My mom really was as wonderful as I claim, she was the greatest.
Everybody loved my mom because she cared.
When she got money, she donated to the homeless and The Oral Roberts Ministry, she shared.
When she died, the bond between us was severed.
But she's merely sleeping, she won't be gone forever.
When people are resurrected by Jesus, she will be the first person who I greet.
When you make her acquaintance, she'll be a person who you'll be happy to meet.
Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.
Randy Johnson
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Randy Johnson  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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   Cecil Miller
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