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My Little Girl

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    M y Little Girl In the early hours….of the June 25th 1984, my darling baby daughter…Suzanne was born. I was the proudest father…in the world that day, a lovely wife and a little girl…to care for in everyway.   Eyes of blue…fair skin and hair, taking my turn to wash…feed…dress and care.   Pink and white as peaches and cream was she, the cutest little girl…you ever will see.   Sitting on the bed…late at night, feeding…changing your nappy and cuddling was a delight. The pleasure…was all mine my dear, as you filled my life with happiness…joy and cheer.   As the days…weeks…months and years passed by, you were the perfect little girl…I can’t deny. I watched you grow…walk…talk and play, and marvelled at your intelligence in everyway.   I remembering you going to nursery school, leaving you there at first…was so cruel. My little girl…so quiet and shy, but always willing to learn…as the days passed by.   When not at school…you spent the day playing with dolls, highchair…pushchair…pram…cot a
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Our Anniversary Kiss

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  Our Anniversary Kiss As another day dawns.....in our lives of paradise, I dream of what might have been....without a marriage as nice. Days of barren wilderness....without a love so true, A nightmare not inflicted....since God blessed me with you. Married life is a rocky road....filled with anguish and tears, But you have eased my aching heart....throughout the passing years. With toil and trouble rearing it's head....we clasped each others hand, And took them on one by one...walking in England's green and pleasant land. For I Stephen Mark Parry....proudly calls this lady my darling wife, My rock, my staff, my shinning light....for the rest of my weary life. For Shireen Rae Hassler Parry....will support her husband through thick and thin, And cherish each passing year....from all her heart within. Is it really thirteen years....since we said I do, As it seems but only a fleeting moment....in a marriage so warm and true, A marriage of great opulence....regal and serene, The ta
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Two Hands Joined as One

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  One Love...Pure Love A growing throng of well-wishers and family...adorn the gardens of emerald green, In the grounds of a Jacobean mansion...suited to a King and Queen. The betrothal of two hearts...In a union of undying love, A blessing created by our Lord...looking down from the heavens above. Marcus the King of the one liner...takes the hand of Sarah his confectionery Queen, Displaying an abundance of love and affection...that no one can come between. The giving and receiving of vows...the pledging of love for life, The starting point of a wonderful marriage...of an adoring husband and wife. Sheila the tearful mother of the bride...Kevin a proud father stands erect, Admiring their Princesses grace and beauty....no less would one expect. For today they have gained a loving Son in Law...not lost a precious Daughter, Reaping the rewards of how she was raised...and the knowledge that they taught her. In the presence of the Father of the Groom...and his radiant Step Mother, Marcus
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Bravery Beyond Compare

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  Bravery Beyond Compare Tears falling softly...interspersed with falling rain, At the passing of a beloved cousin...inducing heartfelt pain. Memories of happier days...spent camping by river or sea, Are all I have to dwell on...our Lord Jesus having taken thee. Ian an unsung hero...who quietly saved a life one day, When his younger cousin fell in the river...and was nearly swept away. Bobbing under water in oversized wellington boots...but Ian was undeterred. And he dragged his cousin from the river...without an admonishing word. A stalwart of the Boys Brigade...a sportsman of great renown, Ian had a trial with a professional Football Club...but favoured his home town. Conquering every sport he tried...a multitude of medals on display, A true jewel in his family crown...sparkling everyday. Beloved son of Popeye (Dennis) & Edna....the brother of Keith, Tracy & Chris, He was raised in an atmosphere of love...and outstanding family bliss. Fishing became a hobby...West Bromwich Al
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Poetic Justice

  Poetic Justice One of twelve strangers…sitting beneath your noble feet, thrust into the spotlight…from a city street. Hanging on you guidance…indeed your every word, we must reach a verdict…based on evidence heard. Sue Marcuslee is anonymous….intrinsically by design, content with being a boil….painful but benign. Sore and weeping constantly…ointments offer no cure, living on the buttocks of a society…once lawful and pure. Just a lowly simpleton….qualifications all too few, who imparts expressions of life…in a world so sad and blue. A gift of words to the nation…such a simpleton presents, in a hope that sanity will return…and that lawlessness relents. Financially insolvent…with nothing else to give, but an insight to future generations…on how we currently live. Gone is the pride in our nation…Rule Britannia fades from our ears, as we sink into an abyss of crime…and drown in all our tears. Just another failed parent…attempting to stem the tide, of a sea of lawless actions…with no place
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