Vocals, and I Do Mean Vocals

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The song that my daughter Lauren and I chose NOT to use at my Mother’s funeral celebration. Mops in abundance would have been necessary. And that was not to be the tone of the event.





Mt. Pleasant Cemetery, London ON.
People stayed in celebration
at the Golf Course;
No hearse, procession or weepy graveside affair.
Period.
Mom’s remains were buried beside Dad’s
On the prior Friday October 14th.
(Harris Funeral Home. Attention Steve Harris)

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