Fred,
we miss you.
I hope you're having a good ol' time in heaven.
I still think you're outside at times, and when I look your way
I shed a little tear, because that's not your curb side anymore.
Poor Fred. We think about you daily.
Thanks for giving me the ride of my life.
With love, your favorite passenger.
1 comment:
When? I didn't know. :(
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