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Monday 11th June

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Wish you were here

My Angel, my dear

I think you’re near

To fill me with cheer

Walking down the pier

The sea’s crystal clear

Don’t disappear

As your wings do veer

Through clouds you steer

No need for fear

Our love’s sincere

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Love you sweetheart

Darling Angel son

xxxxxx

Sunny, calm and warm in the harbour

Not much surf on Porthmeor Beach

Blue sea, blue sky

The lighthouse on Smeaton’s Pier

10 responses »

    • Hi Melinda.
      When I was a young teenage girl I tried to write poems filled with angst and unrequited love…. as you do!
      I have always loved reading poetry, but really only began myself, as I wrote on here, about Frank.
      Somewhere I do still have all my schoolgirl poems…. maybe I’ll dig them out sometime, and cringe!
      Frank loved nursery rhymes, nonsense poems, anything with a good sing-a-long rhythm.
      Frank did write a few poems at school, and some letters to me, but that is all.
      x πŸ‘ΌπŸ» x

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