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| Reviewed by Charlie |
12/13/2007 |
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| September 7 for me: David Hyrum-- full term, just not a breath in his tiny body. Always a mother, always loving, always horrified to hear of little ones who've been misused or thrown away. Memories of the bare-armed, wet-breasted days make me reach out to all suffering children. And that milk--the milk of human kindness still flows. --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
12/11/2007 |
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A most warm, loving and heartfelt tribute in remembrance of your son....
Be safe,
Karen |
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