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Everytime we put flowers on my Dad's grave some jerks steal it and put it on a grave over the hill. I kid you not. It's not a country cemetary either. It's nice, continual care one. My mother spends her money on flowers and then refuses to let me go over to the other gave and get the flowers back. This has been going on for years.
Jan
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I still dream and I still hope, therefore I can take what comes today.
Jan is in Lothlorien reading 'neath a mallorn tree.
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