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Jul 5
I had spent most of life searching for my one
true love and all time
she was no more than
a street
How cruel life can be
for fate kept us waiting
what seemed like an
eternity In my last days at
school the year was  
I didn't know then this
pretty school girl who
would come down to my school at break times tuck her
skirt Inside
would do handstands up
at the railing around my
class room showing of her loverly legs for all to see many
later she would become
my wife
and she would give birth
to our son this pretty girl who loved to tease how strange life
Is often cruel but sometimes kind and I'm grateful for the school girl
who became my
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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