Thursday 21st June

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Where’re we going today?

What we gonna do?

Are we nearly there yet?

I really need a poo

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I want to buy some sweeties

Can I have some money?

A book, a comic, a drink or two

And my nose is runny

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Oh my, the things you used to say

You would call me blondie

And Dad was old, grey hair

You cheeky, little monkey

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I’d love to hear your voice right now

Coming out with nonsense and wit

I’ll treasure all those memories

Along with your infallible spirit

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I loved your idiosyncrasies

Along with a great personality

So full of love and humour

An innocent geniality

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Love you forever

My darling Angel son

xxxxxx