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Nov 2018
I used to walk the wet cold
lonely streets, a home I never
knew, endless walking
trying to keep
warm many miles from my
home the town, and friend
I used to Know, and from things
best left alone
I had run away from debt and
everywhere I tried to settle,
a place that I could call me
own
The letters would start arriving
and the knocks upon the door
even changed my name, but not
that did stop them from finding
me
It just bought bit more time, to do
some thinking, try to straighten
out my life, I decided eventually
to go back to face the
music
And surely happy that I did, for
that's how I met my wife to be
Helen, we married had a son
twenty years so we had, and
although she passed on now, her
memory will never die
Before wife, I ran from debt only latter
to find facing up to responsibility the
Best policy
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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