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| Our dear Winnie was put to sleep from
complications due to old age. This poem came about a day
later. It was inscribed on his urn as a lasting tribute to our best
friend and faithful companion. |
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Until the day should come
along That our ashes shall become as one, A red rose I shall place
each week In a vase atop your urn to keep.
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"I'm Free"

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