Today I came upon these; love letters from the past.
My Dad to Mum had written; A lover much miscast.
For had he made familiar, himself to future time, he’d probably have considered it all a waste of time!
I don’t mean them offence; that’s not the point I make.
It’s just the thought of being in love, seems such a brave mistake.
And yes my brave ol’ father still holds her dear to heart. Though she’s one gruelling woman and they’re totally worlds apart.
But I guess it’s all divine, and I guess they’ll bargain on!
I just meant commemoration to this strange phenomenon!
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