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Mar 2018
Now I am gone; think of me and smile.
Think of all the good times we had;
how I made you laugh;
what fun we had;
and what love we shared.
You may cry at my funeral, but let it be brief.
For every time you think of me;
think of me and smile.
My sister recently died. I wrote this for the funeral service
Steven Gosling
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