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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 I’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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