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Jan 19
I remember as a child
Dads green Land Rover how wild
Think it was mark one
But either way the hard seats hurt my ***
But I would have appreciated it now
Those days I wouldn’t have known how

I remember as a child
Dad taught us to paint
Start at the top
Straight strokes going down
Don’t scrub or go round
Up and down
Up and down

I remember as a child
Mum would say
If we were naughty that day
Wait til your father gets home

My parents were good
But as strict as they could
Without being cruel
Mum was no fool

I had a good upbringing
Mum was always singing
Dad worked so hard
When he off he was in his shed in the yard

Dad was making model train engines
I don’t know where they went
I would have loved to keep them
Cos that was my intent

Dad was a brilliant soul and dad
And mum was a brilliant heart and mum

Sadly they’re both gone to that place in the sky and together they’ll be until the day I die!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
Written by
Theresa Hartley-Mace  65/F/Calverton
(65/F/Calverton)   
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     Anais Vionet, Carlo C Gomez, --- and N
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