My Autumn Angel

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Sunday 13th October

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My Autumn Angel

Leaves turning to gold

A cooler wind blows

Hand in mine to hold

Acorns start falling

Squirrels scoot about

Evenings drawing in

Thoughts of you play out

Missing you always

That’ll never change

Love you forever

And that will not change

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Precious Angel son

xxxxx

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