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| Little Potch, Pot Chee, PotcheePooh,
All your friends already are missing you. Your fun loving antics no more to tell, Leaves hollowness deeper than words can tell. You were loved by all who knew you well And touched hearts world wide they tell, Still in your prime and full of fun, Lord of his yard and on the run. A jewel amongst the stones A gentleman only here on loan, Has passed into his Maker�s care, Leaving loneliness that�s hard to bare. Your loving soul will go on and on, Singing your Mommy a loving song, Listen closely and you will hear, His humming in the wind in your ear. Find friends gone before waiting and well met, Be happy, running, jumping, in grass never wet, Playing, at the Rainbow Bridge with your mates, Until we�re together again, have fun while you wait. Wanda |
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| Potche Lawson |
| Fur-son of Jean and Keith Lawson Loved worldwide by all whose lives he touched |
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