In Memory Of Mark Pfleger - Poem by Debra Persinger
To a wonderful guy, who always had a smile and big beautiful eyes
His bike that he treasured, just like all of his friends
You know, he's happy now. He was happy then.
We had fun in the water, we had fun in the sun
For Mark, his future has just begun.
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