Bitterly cold

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Thursday 1st February

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Bitterly cold, windswept waves

An icy blast, with flying sand

Remembering you’d walk along

Pink of face and cold of hand

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An afternoon perambulation

Coat done up, hood pulled down

Simply minding your own business

Wandering along streets of the town

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Sometimes venturing on the beach

Striding in your best leather shoes

Soon covered in a salty residue

Our reprimands would amuse

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I think of you, looking out to sea

Imagining those days gone past

When life was so undemanding

And wishing those times did last

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My darling Angel son

xxxxxx

A view over the town this morning

Big, fluffy clouds flying over Porthmeor Beach

Waves being pushed up the beach

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