Phew. Grief's a bastard. Only time heals ... Andrew
On 24 May 2012 08:15, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> *Grief stomps through the door
> in his muddy boots. He claims
> the best chair. He drops his bags
> on the floor. He wants his dinner.
> He wants a drink. He wants to lay
> his heavy body on my body.*
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> --
> sharon brogan
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Andrew
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