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Jan 2012
The day I found out that you died,
I had to sit down and I had to cry,
You were so young  to be taken so,
I don't know why you had to be
murdered in cold blood.

You were not out to hurt anyone,
but who knows who drives out
in our streets,
You were the prey my dear Sherry.
I hope that you did not suffer long,
and
That Our Lord in his mercy took you quickly
home.
Now it has been many years that you have
died and
still all I can do is say good bye and cry.

In Memorial of Sherry Kennedy
Born 1954 and murdered on
January 17, 1970.
Sherry's ****** still goes unsolved this very day.
Lucie Elizabeth Ann Wesson
Written by
Lucie Elizabeth Ann Wesson  Evanston, Illinois
(Evanston, Illinois)   
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