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Violets for my Mother I will buy today.
Take them upon the hill Where Dad and her lay. Today my Mother would have been eighty four years old. All of her ten children were grown before the Lord took her home. She followed Dad five years after he passed on. They lay side by side near the chapel at the cemetery. So I will go today and place the Violets on my Mothers' grave. Tell them news of the family as I kneel at their graves.
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