Thursday 27th February
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The only way through
Is to keep going
The only way out
Head up, not slowing
The only way forward
With love bestowing
The only way of escape
Untied and flowing
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Missing you poppet
Darling Angel son
xxxxx
Looking down on the town this morning
Harbour and blue skies
Quite chilly and windy
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Wonderful pictures! And I love the flow of your poem there. So heartfelt. Thank you for sharing with the world!
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Thank you very much indeed for your kind words.
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