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ANDY SZABO August 5, 2006 I often sit and think of him when I am all alone For memory is the only friend that grief can call its own. Like ivy on the withered oak, when all other things decay, My love for him will still keep green and never fade away. All my love Barb.
As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Aug 05, 2010