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For your love always was the laughing sort
That quickened life and would not die with death.
And when you'd gone, I would not want to weep
That loving gaiety would still be there
Filling with its own peace the quickened air.
Norman MacCaig.
Her laughter, sense of fun,
vibrant nails, sharp wit,
energy and optimism are missed.
From all at Netherlee Primary.
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27/07/2010
Donated by Mrs J Dickson
26/07/2010