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THOMAS G. STOKES We often sit and think of him when we are all alone, For memory is the only friend that grief can call it's own. Like ivy on the withered oak, when all other things decay Our love for him will still keep green and never fade away. Love, Mom XOXO

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Jan 12, 2012

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