Sunday 15th November
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Raindrops battering the pane
Like a thousand grains of rice
Hurled into the maelstrom
Becoming shards of hail and ice
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Where is the sing-song sound
Of a gentle drizzling shower?
Alighting upon one’s face
Leaving diamonds on a flower
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Thinking of you
My sweetheart
Darling Angel son
xxxxx
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
Rain drops are so lovely
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Very many thanks.
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Wonderful descriptions
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Thank you so much Derrick.
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Perfect!
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Thank you so much.
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Where indeed? I think the world is growing old too fast…
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I think you’re right.
Thank you.
Melanie x
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