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“Play it like music”,  James said. Slamming himself into an armchair The boy took another ride with despair, “He criticises everything”. I cuddled him with my words “It was very expressively played I like it that way”. All the years he had tried to please Fitting in with people’s demands Braving himself. He admired his stepdad Accepted and understood Affection was not easily shown By those damaged themselves. His mother found a lover to hold her The boy laughed thinking life a joke Respect faded. At least James he thought clever A strategists, of sorts. Peter was so loving to be flimsy Like the soft cloth on the door. Love Grandma xxxxx
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
The Brave Boy
“Play it like music”,  James said. Slamming himself into an armchair The boy took another ride with despair, “He criticises everything”. I cuddled him with my words “It was very expressively played I like it that way”. All the years he had tried to please Fitting in with people’s demands Braving himself. He admired his stepdad Accepted and understood Affection was not easily shown By those damaged themselves. His mother found a lover to hold her The boy laughed thinking life a joke Respect faded. At least James he thought clever A strategists, of sorts. Peter was so loving to be flimsy Like the soft cloth on the door. Love Grandma xxxxx
Great boy, lovevyou always
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mary-gay-kearns
67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
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