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Oct 2011
We held hands walking home,
The first day that we met.
Placed together we took our vows,
A union of love never would regret.
Gripping tight arrival of our first boy,
You called out with pain and joy.
Weeping when you were very ill,
By your bedside holding on still.
Now time cannot tear us apart,
Hand in hand from the start.
John Ryles
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John Ryles  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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