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Sep 2018
You slipped though my fingers
I held you so tight
Searched all our haunts
In that cold winter night

You were carried away
His eyes bluish green
That smile on your face
The brightest Iā€™d ever seen

So I packed my V4
Mind destroyed, feelings skinned
I sailed down that highway
Trying to catch the wind
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
(69/M/Wales)   
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