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Frank J Paul 1866-1887

Frank J. Paul 1866 - 1887 The first I was! Into the first hole they put me. Down the lane they carried me that day, Tearfully singing the first dirge for me – Frank J. Paul – The first to be interred on Willit Dorland’s property. Mother and father – Thank you. Thank you. You both prayed long into the night – For a fortnight – Fervently prayed on bended knees with folded hands For my dubious but full recovery from diphtheria – Wept and prayed - Fasted and sang for my afflicted body – Prayed and pleaded continuously- As my breath shortened and My heart slowed to a stop. Mother and Father – Thank you. Thank you. Indeed, the first of many I was! Me – Frank J. Paul! For I was - The first sunrise! The first breath! The first smile and The first embrace! Nothing left to say, except The first I was!

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