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of Josh
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Your words are more than special. They shine like a sky full of glorious stars - and, always will. Thank you in each and every language
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'Tis leftseasons ofeloquence'pon crumpledfragilityhere.. there..as tenderbe -morefor youlessfor meTearscome in two moodswet andWetterSmilescome in two..
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happens..
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‘Tis
sad I am’, said that Irish John,‘Mean
lost as well,’ he said,
wishin'
he was sat a'sittingnear right ..
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Sipping whatever,Ben Goms'mourners foundhis absencefarmoreallegro than hisprofessorialpresencehad ever been. Indeath theshyman hadbecome a maestro!I&r..
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One birth, two worlds, place to place, walking the walktalking the talk as tho' academically inclined -leaning books in order, categorised, sensitised..
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a trail run at .. those we have known..
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Patchwork madecoloured scraps of memories pastpicked apart by daily use.. tears -dropped stitches.. tatteredmoments ..Patchwork madedun, dusted - mana..
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a gentle start in a sad tale with a Halloween-ish touch.
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