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May 24
Met a woman in 1984
We liked to dance
Upon the floor.
There were truths
There was lies
There was happiness
There were cries.
There was love
There was joy
Then in our lives
Came a baby boy.
We played games
And watched him grow
There were highs
There were lows.
Twenty years on a
Wonderful ride
Only to wake
They had committed
Suicide.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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