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[title] => Job Well Done
[time] => 2004-08-09 11:46:26
[hometext] => In memory of my friend Ray - he passed away July 28, 2004
[bodytext] => Job Well Done Were all so different, yet so much the same, Our likes and dislikes different last names. We discuss the future, problems, the past, Only to find common ground at last. I know a man, quiet and strong, It seems in his life nothing was wrong. Always smiling, and never in doubt, Enjoyed what he had and like all did without. Even in sickness his smile remained, Though he suffered, he never complained. To be that thoughtful in his time of need, A lesson in life we all should heed. Looking back I realize now, The example he leaves will remain somehow, Many thoughts I’m sure will become the past, The kind memories are the ones that will last. My friend lost his battle with life today, And many will have kind things to say. If they think hard about knowing the man, They’ll find many good things that he left at hand. A garden of flowers he planted at home, The blooms he awaited are not yet grown. He now walks in a garden of splendor unknown, In that land of loved ones, never alone. Were all so different, yet so much the same, Our likes and dislikes, different last names. Today Jesus embraced him, welcomed him home, “Good morning my child, Job Well Done” Woody McDaniel Copyright 2004 [comments] => 5 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 48 [informant] => WoodyMc44 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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