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Hi there Moma It's your one and only son How are things in heaven Are you having a lot of fun All here is good Moma Except I guess you know We get a little sad sometime Because you had to go We think about you often Well, really all the time And how good things must be Now that you are fine Today's your birthday Moma Are you going to celebrate With Jesus and everyone Did Grandma bake you a cake I won't keep you long Moma On this your special day I just wanted to write And tell you Happy Birthday! I wrote this in remembrance of my beautiful mother who now calls heaven home and Jesus her neighbor. I love you Moma as much today as I did when you were here. I cannot wait to see you. This world was made a better place on Feb 21 1945 and then you left for that perfect place on June 27 2005 For 63 years your smile brought comfort to all who were blessed to have known you. Love you Moma Your number one son Robbie Lee
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
For My Moma On Her Birthday
Hi there Moma It's your one and only son How are things in heaven Are you having a lot of fun All here is good Moma Except I guess you know We get a little sad sometime Because you had to go We think about you often Well, really all the time And how good things must be Now that you are fine Today's your birthday Moma Are you going to celebrate With Jesus and everyone Did Grandma bake you a cake I won't keep you long Moma On this your special day I just wanted to write And tell you Happy Birthday! I wrote this in remembrance of my beautiful mother who now calls heaven home and Jesus her neighbor. I love you Moma as much today as I did when you were here. I cannot wait to see you. This world was made a better place on Feb 21 1945 and then you left for that perfect place on June 27 2005 For 63 years your smile brought comfort to all who were blessed to have known you. Love you Moma Your number one son Robbie Lee
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
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