Friday 27th November
.
There is no clock on it
No finishing line
No end in sight
No light at the end of the tunnel
.
Feeling a little low
It won’t last forever
Thinking of you sweetie
Forget you, never
.
My darling Angel son
xxxxx
Friday 27th November
.
There is no clock on it
No finishing line
No end in sight
No light at the end of the tunnel
.
Feeling a little low
It won’t last forever
Thinking of you sweetie
Forget you, never
.
My darling Angel son
xxxxx