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The other night I met a man,
His name was Willie Wray.
He was a loner with a limp,
And only ventured in the day.
He would walk the dark tracks,
To the funeral home nearby,
To get him a set of new teeth.
He sifted through trays of dentures,
Before the body hit the wreath!
Itís been said that stuttering Willie,
Passed on his fortune and fame.
He saved so much money from dentists,
Now his namesake does the same!

A previous frequent visitor of Gouldís Funeral Home,
Hopewell, VA)

Paula Leslie (PAL)
"Give a little of yourself each day to someone in need and you will be rich in your heart."

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