Connie Yost (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)
The doctor gave her roses,
When she was ninth-two.
'These are from your husband,
He still worships you'.
Her smile was like the sun
On the heavenly pink roses.
Her heart has now been given
Healing love the gift discloses.
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