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Uncle Phil
Our house might not be the same now that I’ve slipped away , you might feel oh so empty and not sure how to fulfil your day .
We shared so much memories , time and love .If you’re feeling lonely talk to me and I’ll be listening up above .
Don’t be sad too long or grieve on the question why , I needed my time of peace but this isn’t us saying goodbye .
You will hear me rustle through the ...
Sunday 21st April 2024 6:06 pm
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