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Aug 2017
He got out of his car
               And shook his head
          And I could tell by the look on his face...
              She was dead.
         He'd just popped back
        To answer the phone
     When he'd received the sad news
        All alone in their home.
         She was only 47yrs that's no age to die
               With a pained expression
                  He started to cry....
             I felt a strange numbness come over me.
          And went into the kitchen to make some tea.
         " the others will have to be told I said"
                    " oh god" I sobbed
                    " I've run out of bread"!....
Geraldine brennen
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Geraldine brennen  66/F/Bath somerset
(66/F/Bath somerset)   
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