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Friday 22 April 2011

Good Friday morn in Kent...


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Think of me at night when sleep is near

And I who loved you, am so far away

Think of me then and I will come to you

Nor leave you till the night turns into day

Stretch out thy hand and through the depths of dark

Another hand, shall brush your finger tips

And as of old my voice shall breathe your name

And press a kiss upon your sleeping lips.

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4 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing that with us.It is beautiful.
    Lisa x

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  2. I come from Kent so this really touched me

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  3. Morning girls, thank you for your comments. We were out and about early yesterday and luckily I had my camera. I had seen the hearts in the road and wanted to capture them. And guess what, the minute I left the drive I saw the little plastic heart all forlorn in the gutter. I was on a roll!

    Were you born in Kent Jan, if so, are you a Maid of Kent or a Kentish Maid?

    Lisa, hope all good with you? I thought of you when I typed my lovely Mum's hand written poem.

    Have a lovely Easter girls, LLX

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  4. Oh and one other thing - I can be sensible! LLX

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