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Son

Time has run away with us
Well with you anyway, I clarify
and don't spout that crap bout
how you didn't die
You did

Well look on the bright side
You say in my ear
your money's your own
plus you don't live in fear

That I might

Anymore.

Still a smart arse I say, love you.

M ~

 

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Neville

I don't have the words .. and you don't need any do ya x

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Marion

Nah... the only way to make the impossible real is to keep it real...
we still talk every day... call me mad. Don't care 😊 thanks Nev X

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Neville

I wouldn't dream of it and anyway, MUM suits you better x

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Marion

Thanks so much John x

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Shirley Harrison

Powerful to say the least, like he is still sitting right next to you. Magnificent imagery and makes me reflect especially as we have shared our stories. When I first came to Italy I could feel my brother was with me,  the day I  found true happiness was the day I didn't feel him anymore, only on very very rare occasions now. 🌹

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Marion

Thanks so much love x

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Marion

Thanks so much B... sorry for late reply x

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Being Me

It's beautifully written. The way you've written his character into it. It's good you still talk xx

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Marion

Thanks so much Tina... sorry for late reply xx

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