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Dec 2011
****** from this dry earth
Where your soul once flourished
You were stolen

Suddenly your body failed
as your daughter watched on
You were gone

No one to console her
She cries for her mom to come home
Now an orphan
In memory of Mary, a loving mother and beautiful person.
Written by
Lisa V
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