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Lost

Never-ever

ever again

will he turn

his baby face

towards my voice

as he did,

those hours

before

he died.

 

O! his blue-blue eyes,

that long ago

land

of lost content:

my son and I,

'neath a darkening sky.

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Comments

<Deleted User> (6895)

Wed 20th Nov 2013 21:54

And many of the same from us John.xx

<Deleted User> (9882)

Wed 20th Nov 2013 21:11

Deepest,deepest,sympathies.x

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