In Loving Memory of CARL WAYNE THAMES “Tater”


Come To Me God saw you were getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you, and whispered, "Come To Me." With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden Heart stopeped beating, hard working hands at rest. […]

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