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A walk down memory lane. One of the first poems I ever wrote.

The night was filled with magic all the animals danced for joy when God made you my little red haired boy. You have your mommy’s lips ..

Did I not hear the wind whispering your name or feel your lips steal a kiss in the warm summer rain? Was it not you reflected in the pale ..

I still love you deeply though I know you are gone. Your sweet caress your warm embrace, those memories linger on. ..

Stepping outside to catch the sun to absorb it’s warmth, to feel whole again, I took a deep breath and it caught my eye small and del..

Early one morning before the sun started to rise I peered through the darkness with droopy lids and sleepy eyes. I gaz..

I can feel you hovering over me your touch is soft and sweet, your warm breath and gentle kiss both tender and discreet. In m..

The title comes directly from the Beatle's song.

In memory of my Aussie mate.

For Martine.......