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Dec 2012
How could she cope?
a mother losing a baby is a lady losing hope,
all the way from the womb to the tomb,
sleepless nights arise to noon.
a soul lost is a tragic occasion,
no matter the sin they shall commit days in,
a mischievous child shall bring plenty smiles,
so those who die young are those who god couldn't wait any longer to meet...
Written by
Shane Jones
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   Maddie, --- and Caitlin Drew
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