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    Sunday, 28 December 2014

    b2ap3_thumbnail_4443.jpgYou Are a False Prophet I thought it was just a little battle But now I know it’s a war I have drawn up my line I am a man of honour Like my father and like my son I have made mistakes Normally of the heart But I won’t take this laying down ...
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    Thursday, 25 December 2014

    b2ap3_thumbnail_IMG_4492.JPGChristmas day when my father was alive and I was living at home as a child and a youth would always find my father reciting some of “It was Christmas Day in the Workhouse”…Often he would quote “Bah Humbug!” and stuff like that, He was not always arou...
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    Wednesday, 24 December 2014

    b2ap3_thumbnail_IMG_4471.JPGSomebody started a stream on Face Book with this line below I just added my thoughts. Im feeling very needy lately…Maybe because its the holidays..I miss my mom..I will be seeing my daughter this week..But I know whats missing..Unfortunately…Another...
  • Posted in Blogs ·
    Tuesday, 23 December 2014

    I have been having some really vivid dreams. On waking they have felt very real. They are exhausting. I have been feeling a bit off of late maybe its SAD you know the winter grey day problem but I have been feeling it quite a long time. I guess it ...

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Rosy Cole We Don't Say Goodbye
23 June 2018
Much deep wisdom here. Thank you!To be honest, I'd rather never say goodbye... No matter what plans ...
Stephen Evans We Don't Say Goodbye
15 June 2018
Sound advice Ken.
Ken Hartke We Don't Say Goodbye
13 June 2018
I may have posted this before -- I sometimes need to revisit it. I occasionally need to give myself ...
Katherine Gregor Rise
12 June 2018
I like it!
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12 June 2018
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