Her diorama was of the surroundings area which was rural, farming and small town. She was a nice lady and died a long drawn out death from breast cancer years and years ago when there wasn't very much to treat it with as there is today.
As the yellow-orange sun slowly rises Memories of your class's fun flood my heart Thoughts run to your teaching and enterprises You brought those tiny guppies to our class A creative shiny diorama's great art Sunshiny person and dedicated lass You lifted us up when you said All the gifted books available we'd outsmart Sad you to your death drifted from your sickbed
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Her diorama was of the surroundings area which was rural, farming and small town. She was a nice lady and died a long drawn out death from breast cancer years and years ago when there wasn't very much to treat it with as there is today.