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MAX Max was an amazing Christian and friend He caught the flu on Christmas Eve We thought his health would quickly mend December twenty-ninth we all would greave God took a great man He taught us to be Christians first All the people around him prayed and became true fans We had high hopes, now the worst It's all about relationships says our Pastor Max loved to laugh, joke and praise Playing golf in heaven which he'll master Heaven is alive with Max in many ways Max will always be remembered as a great son It’s just sad because church with him was so much fun!
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