If rose's grew In heaven,Lord Pick A Punch For Me And Place Them In My Mothers Arms And Tell Her
They Are From Me, And When She Turns To Smile Place A Kiss Upon Her Cheek And Hold Her For Awhile, Because Missing Her Is Easy I Do It Everyday, But It's The Ache With In my heart that will
never go away.
Love you mom
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