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“My Daughter Your smile like the sunshine your laughter in the rain I would give all of me to have you back again. The Lord took you home that day now, the missing part of me at times feels so empty there’s day I can’t believe. I dream of your precious love How it’s missing day to day my angel went to heaven while I knell down to pray. Praying for strength dear Lord and her laughter in the rain keeps me strong enough each day until I see her once again. Ron Baratono (Poem dedication)”

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