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David Kinna's Family Archive
1935 - 2017
We lay in our bed hands held tight
Feeling her breathing in the summer night
I suddenly woke and she is gone
Leaving me only the winter dawn
For 60 plus years we lay that way
Except for babies and medical delay
All I have now is the clock's red light
Shinning at me through out the night
And only memories of her hand held tight.
David       3rd December 2017  

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