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Jul 21
Soon the winter days will be upon me and that's where I'll suffer the most for no kiss from her lips or warmth from her
will I feel just the bitter coldΒ Β that waits outside my door to come In the bitter cold of winter with nothing to warm
the one who could has sadly
moved to Heaven soon all the trees will stripped bare of their leaves
branches glistening with
frost since Helen
gone Its the winter I fear the most nothing but artificial heat will I have niw which Is no match to the warmth from beautiful
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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