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Aug 2019
I remember the time I was sat on your bed
The warmth of my lap as I cradle your head
The things that I thought, I wish I’d have said

Now I look out my window as I’m sat on my bed
Elbows on knees as I cradle my head
And wonder what you’d have thought about the things I never said
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
(69/M/Wales)   
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