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Jul 2019
In the summer my wife would come to live like beautiful flower she'd
bloom with warming
of the
But In winter she'd turn
back seed avoiding the
cold winter days curle up
In my lovingΒ Β 
And there she would stay with me untill the winter
ice began to melt and daffodils came to bloom
My sweetheart was like beautiful flower bursting with colour gone was her pale skin of
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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