Uncle Artie has passed,
a lovely man to me he was,
and to his friends,
that he would talk too and see,
he did have a good life,
no doubt he will be miss very much,
he was fun, and he had a good heart,
no one can live forever upon,
this rock that spins,
but sometimes you wish,
some could stay with you,
a lot longer then they do.
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