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You've got to think of the fine times you had with your mate, not the moment of his perishin'. Every tear you shed now only wets his windin' sheet and disturbs his rest
L.A. Meyer
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L.A. Meyer
Age: 72 †
Born: 1942
Born: January 1
Died: 2014
Died: July 29
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