Maggie Grace Mullooly
You, know what? I think Maggie
is sitting with God,
thinking about how she
missis us. We miss ya two Mags.
Maggie always wanted to help those in need,
even those who called her nasty names.
She was always with a book, and
a pad of paper.
She loved her brothers more than
any thing else. She love her pre-school gradtion,
the plays she was in, the dance shows,
the sky, (instert other event), but most of
all she loved the day she met God.
We mess ya, Maggie.
_To be read by My Brother, Frankilin.
The End
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