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My Aunt from Wales
Oh my Mair what a day
As you lie peacefully
We gather to pray
No dry eyes here but that's OK
We're here to celebrate a great lady of old school grace
With tales down the ages from son to grandson
Tears built with happiness and heartfelt joy
From the person who's known you since just a small boy
Often thought of as I raced my own race
Snapshots of memories of childhood a...
Friday 19th May 2017 7:50 am
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