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May 2019
As I awoke to Sunday morningΒ Β to me Sunday as always seemed a dead day nothing going on such a useless boring
day
For me a very lost and lonely day since Helen passed away I just hate Sunday mornings with
a passion
It's the one day I hate to wake upon with nothing going on and know where Inperticular to go Oh hohate Sunday
mornings
Sundays ever since a kidho always been a dead day
with nothing going on
and no where Inperticular
place Since Helen's been go
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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