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Winston Churchill

WINSTON CHURCHILL A Commoner and not a lord, He spent his life, And round his bedside, Stood only his children, and his wife. His stroke was fatal, At 8 am on the 24th day Of January in the year 1965, God paved his way. A genius, an orator, A husband loving and so mild, A man who swayed the masses, In fact “History’s Child”.

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Date: 9/25/2018 7:23:00 AM
A good way to remember dear ole Churchill! Kim
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Date: 9/25/2018 8:20:00 AM
Not everyone's favorite person but I'm sure I made my grandfather smile way up high in the sky! Thanks Kim. xoxo Jenny
Date: 9/20/2018 9:24:00 PM
Lucky Winston! He died with the freedom to smoke his stinky cigars. Had he lived, he would only be allowed to smoke marijuana! Lucky for us, too! Aloha! Rico
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Jennifer Proxenos
Date: 9/21/2018 1:53:00 PM
Hi Rico, He would turn in his grave! Good we belong to the 21st century! Yasou. Jennifer
Date: 9/20/2018 1:18:00 PM
Very nice...Said sincerely and sweetly...All the best Jennifer
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Jennifer Proxenos
Date: 9/20/2018 2:45:00 PM
"Thank-you for your comment Arturo, I think my fascination of Winston Churchill stems from my grandfather who was an ardent admirer of his. Kind regards, Jennifer"

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