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Debbie
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sinned
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Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 03:57:15 PM in AEST
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I watched when she was little Cute as a button She was about eighteen months then Just an ordinary child Somersaults on the grass with child laughter and little smiles Such a delight I'm thinking as I write O" I watched as she grew Exploring everything just to know Pink ruffled panties and a dress to match A cute little toddler wanting you to catch Everything caught her attention little ants and butterflies Ugly grubs and earth worms Every bird and wild bunnies She explored in wonderment With wide open eyes So full of love for everything She never changed Every creature senced she cared For her children nothing was spared Debbie was always such a delight Along with her parents I miss her still I watched Debbie as she died Too danmn young Her everylasting smile told that she never gave in Cancer was taking her down I never heard a complaint A Why Me Aceptance of the narrow road I believe the Golden Gates were open wide Of course I cried Dedicated to you Debbie 7/19/1964---2/9/1998 Uncle Sinned
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Re: Debbie
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 04:14:25 PM AEST (User
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I'm very sorry for your loss. This is a wonderful tribute you have made for her. |
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Re: Debbie
(User Rating: 1 ) by Stitch on
Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 08:58:42 AM AEST (User
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On the verge of tears here. Doesn't God take the special ones for Himself? It is His right.
What a beautiful write and tribute. You were blessed that she touched your life.
Stitch |
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