M.K. Morgan
Cold marble stone erected in rows
That and my memories is all I have left of your prescence.
Memory recalls the good times and funny man you could be.
Violent temper you knew to walk it off.
(Sung)I L-O-V-E somebody. My grandbaby of all the grandbabies,
Tootsie girl!
For Ninow! See you on the other side!
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