Shylynn Poem

Shylynn Poem short poem

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Babe Shylynn what a pleasure it was to meet you.
Illness weakened you and made it tough for you.
We had to say goodbye long before we wished for.
O’ what a sad cold winter’s day
Heaven above had plans for you and needed a sweet angel.
He chose you to let us know he only takes the best.
How broken hearted we was to see ya go
Your looking down on us all saying please don’t cry.
I’m in heaven and oh what a beautiful sight.
For in our hearts we’ll always hold you tight.
Bye for now and we’ll rejoice again soon.

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