Sunday 1st March

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I wish for the grip

Of an invisible hand

And to hear a voice

That would be so grand

To see that sweet smile

Take me off to dreamland

To lose you too soon

That just wasn’t planned

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Thinking about you sweetie

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Porthmeor Beach

Storm Jorge on the way

Low tide walkers

The harbour beach

Blue skies for a while

Weekend walks on the sand