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 | And so, we say goodbye to our dear friend, Walter Smivley...secure in the knowledge that he is with God... | |
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| We commit his body to the ground...but only his earthly shell is there...his soul is safe with God... | |
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| Hurry up, wind bag, my ice cubes are freezing and I have a horse in the second race... | |
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| Would you like to say a few words, Matt? | |
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| Words cannot express the depth of my sorrow... | |
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