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| I love you, Aunt Carol She used to call me Grambo With a smile upon her face I'll never hear that name again She is now in God's sweet grace O how we really miss her And that very lovely smile As she talked with us of good things And was gentle all the while If God granted me one wish in life And I could do the choosing Would be to see her back in Carol's arms And to know that death is losing by G'ma Julie for Grambo |
| "When a man does a piece of work admired by all, we say that it is wonderful; but when we see the changes of day and night, the sun and the moon, and the stars in the sky, and the changing seasons upon the earth, with their ripening fruits, anyone must realize that it is the work of someone more powerful than man." Chased-by-Bears (1843-1915) Santee-Yanktoni Souix |
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