Sunday 25th February

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Tripping over brambles and undergrowth

Blindly stumbling in the dark

Squelching through treacly mud

Grief certainly isn’t a walk in the park

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You had so much to give and share

You filled our lives with plenty of joy

And now that you are no longer here

We love from afar, dear Angel boy

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Our broken hearts continue to beat

But each pulse send a piercing shard

Of the most intensely, crushing pain

Living with the pieces is so very hard

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Missing you sweetheart

Love you forever

xxxxxx