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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required November 13th 2017 Happy 83rd birthday to thy cremated mom Harriet Harris fought tooth and nail Mother succumbed to terminal illness without fail Ovarian/ Uterine Cancer to no avail hosted by death feasted fancy at Oyster Bay metastasized inducing this male the sol son to grapple as psyche didst ail. ************************************* Major organs compromized grim reaper and carried corpse into dead zone as a keeper brand donned as one Canarsie flashy dame grand ball room dancer didst skittered in right hand side o' me noggin, the idea flit ta left land of gray matter thru me mined task didst ex panned foregoing bidding on e-bay, ruminate how trite online shenanagins, never asking nor knowing spite most likely raged within yar being, which lack of filial duty haint right to be near where psyche flails quite understandably, but no matter matthew scott never did ask, how emotions most clear aflame with anger writhing asper your terminal plight vis a vis injustice to snatch desire with shroud of night arising each morning to brilliant light ye, thy lover of life becoming ashen gray with recurring incomplete bucket list that may already, a dozen plus years ago - neigh aye methinks, so much deprived of grandchildren ply their oars thru the time stream, how whiz sigh to partake whence thee drew final breath thy avoid seeing thee stiffen with rigor mortis, why... did unlucky dice throw of fate rob and steal unattained goals ye strove with grate fully before out bidden by dead souls, who hate mortals to complete, thus truncate a lifelong mate to papa, whom recouped severe loss, though his pate undoubtedly flits with remembrance of thee one he did highly rate despite occasions, where spats hood did vitiate this son feels he did not booster morale at all
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