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Friday 6th April

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We come to visit every day

Whispering quietly as we may

For quite a few moments we stay

Always some tears to wipe away

Beneath leafy branches you lay

No longer can you come and play

Since you climbed heaven’s stairway

And it always seems like yesterday

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Love you forever

Forget you never

So precious

My Angel son

xxxxxx

Grey and cool at low tide in the harbour

A black-backed gull

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