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Traces. . . No one ever places their foot upon the sand without leaving traces of where they used to stand. Each of us spin memories around the clock of time some are yours, some theirs and some are mine. When a memory tugs our heart and we feel a small teardrop it's just washing memory's windows so we can memory shop. Though you may be gone now you haven't taken memories away for we'll recall your traces long, long after today So enjoy your eternity in Heaven we are happy you made it through as much as we wanted to keep you here we want more what's best for you. Dedicated to Jack C. Saulsman June 25, 1929 - April 8, 2000 My beloved and much missed brother © 1975 revised 2000 Donna Friedrichs |
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