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Old Sycamore
You'll find me at the old sycamore, waiting!
Don't despair, be jovial and live everyday as if it was your last, for tomorrow is not promised!
I imagine that's what you would say
In this earthly plane or perhaps the next
Alas! You are no more so my imaginings of you are all I have left
Of which I hold near and dear
Until we meet again
I'll be waiting patiently, watching over ...
Sunday 23rd February 2025 5:22 pm
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