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4d
I pulled you to hard
and my thumbs made the tear
you've been with me so long
I took you, everywhere

Now you lay still
on my cold bedroom floor
sadly, I take one more glance
as I walk through the door

In the recycling bag
I lay you to rest
along with your partner
my slinky blue vest

Then, I reminisce of our times
around the boulevards in France
please, rest in peace
my lucky blue pants
Christmas is coming.
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
(69/M/Wales)   
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   DENNY R ALLISON
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