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Jan 2015
My sincere sorry is a beautiful wrapped gift box
Pointless though, the recipient viewed it as empty

I celebrated family, love and life practically
I later learned that was unacceptable.
So the new year was born without "husband"
Our first one died with me absent.

The new year is just as beautiful as my sorry
Sadly it was just as empty as my lack of presence...

So what's happy about the new year?
Andre Pinnock
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Andre Pinnock  33/M/St. Andrew
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