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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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