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Wednesday 26th April
  

It’s been seven hundred

And seventy seven days

Since I’ve heard your voice

Or seen your smiling gaze.

  

We miss you every day

Our darling Angel son

Love you more and more

Now you’re forever young.

   

Seven, seven, seven

Days you’ve been in heaven.

  

xxxxxx

Pretty, but chilly in the harbour this afternoon

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