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Click on a name to read their story. . . |
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Now all I have is memories of Honey and I wake up nights and call her name. . . Now my life's an empty stage where Honey lived and Honey played and love grew up. . . And a small cloud passes over head and cries down on the flower bed that Honey loved. . . And Honey I miss you and I'm being good. . And I'd love to be with you if only I could. . . Xox Dad |
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