Wednesday 18th July
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The cobbled streets of old
Filled with stories to be told
Many tireless footsteps trod
With many shoes to be shod
Down the lane, or up the hill
Hanging baskets, standing still
Quiet moment of reflection
Sunny view of perfection
You’d go walking here and there
Lost in a world, without care
Happy days and innocence
But life has lost its permanence
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Missing my boy
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx
Sunny harbour
Bunkers Hill
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Cobbled streets look good but are not good for me to walk on as I am likely to fall
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The cobbles do make for difficult walking, especially for ladies in high heels. Much better to wear flip flops or trainers.
The road along the harbour is smooth tarmac, so you would enjoy a stroll there.
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Beautiful poem … that’s one of my favourites from you. Kx
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Awwww, thank you so much.
Very kind of you to say so.
Melanie x
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Lovely words and photos
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Thank you so much.
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Very nice!
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Thank you very much indeed.
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