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The domain jack-mattos.memory-of.com states the following, "God looked around his garden." I analyzed that the webpage also stated " And found an empty place." They also stated " He then looked down upon this earth. And saw your tired face. He put his arms around you. And lifted you to rest. Gods garden must be beautiful. He always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering. He knew you were in pain. He knew that you would never. Get well on earth again. He saw that the road was getting rough. And the hills are hard to climb. So he closed your weary eyelids. It broke our hearts to lose you." The meta header had jack as the first search term. This keyword was followed by mattos, memorial website, and memory of which isn't as urgent as jack. The other words they used was memoryof. memory-of is also included but might not be seen by search crawlers.ANALYZE OTHER DOMAINS
This memorial site was created. My grandfather Jack Gene Mayhew. My grandfather passed August 6th, 2004. My grandfather was very loved by all who. He was a great person with a. A candle will burn in your memory. Jack Gene Mayhew was born. July 27th, 1928 in Rivesville, WV. To the late James and Mildred Mayhew. He was a retired coal miner having worked. 38 years at Robena for US Steel. He was a member of the United Mines.
And also some very nice things people have said about me. Another component of the LEGO Star Wars pitch. Art Direction by John Jannetty.
What do you want to know? Got Shit to show me? Mar 30th, 2018.
WELCOME TO THE JACK MICHELINE FOUNDATION. November 6th 1929 - February 27th 1998. The alabaster city gleams in the sunlight. I am on a bus going to Santa Rosa. Away from the stinking hotel. They tell me I am famous, like the Jerome cookies. Streets, poems, nuthouses, jails, paintings, con men and time. My twenty years of poems and paintings. Stored away in houses and cellars. Relentless with anger and love. In reality I am a fucked up poet.