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And so denote, my reasoning obscure does brandish some new answer, not observe, it is not life, nor death, that lays impure but that renounce called debt, that must incur! The blest, released in power with demure as once that foretold tower of occur, why speak of suffering, as if it were a slur that infiltrate of mercy, I incur! With each new scope of healing, premature that thank you, not of chance that others serve but kindling by foul pace to witness lure, draw not my scope in measured sameness stir ~ But in denounce of wrongness . . . . . to find cure! A friend, Rebecca Carson Whitney, a caring Mother of a handicapped child for 62 years passed away this week. Her dedication, and love were obvious to everyone who knew them. "Davey" is still alive and kicking ~ Some of her family is well known in the entertainment world ~ Carson ~ In this small town in Nebraska, Rebecca earned her fame ~ a caring and merciful Mother.

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