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DOUGHTY, Garry Thomas

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Sept13/63 - Feb 12/19
God knew you were getting tired
And a cure was not be.
So he put his arms around you,
And whispered “ Come to me”.
With tearful eyes we watched you,
And saw you passed away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.