To my dear friend that I meet so many years ago in the sheds I rolled your smokes so you could keep going I washed your combs and cutters and in return you taught me to shear our camp outs were great we chatted over a few cold beers may you rest easy phantom Herbie
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To my dear friend that I meet so many years ago in the sheds I rolled your smokes so you could keep going I washed your combs and cutters and in return you taught me to shear our camp outs were great we chatted over a few cold beers may you rest easy phantom Herbie
Thank you Raymond, Peter fell asleep watching his "Eagles" in his home where he felt safe and loved. Kaye.
Goodby dad
From your second daughter Donna Leslie