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In loving memory of our dear father, Henry Albert Wharton on Father’s Day. Summer is here and has the flowers, It's your favorite time of year. We watch the blossoms open and fad your presence near, God saw you getting died. And a cure was not to be. We held your hand as you slipped away. There were so many things we wanted to say. Although we loved you deariy we could not make you stay, A golden heart stopped beating. Hardworking hands at rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us He only tabes the best. But Ike the sun, your memory warms us, You're always on our minds And In our hearts you'll live forever, For true love knows no time
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