Sunday 8th July

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Each new day

I feel the same about you

Suddenly you were gone

And away you flew

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Nothing is the same

The future that won’t be

Seeing you grow old

Now you’re forever thirty

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Life has changed

The spark is not so bright

Sighs and emptiness

Grief’s bitter bite

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Every night time

I think about you

You’re no longer missing

In my dreams you’re true

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Treasured Angel son

xxxxxx