6.30am July, 1st 1916, Somme
If I could lay thee down my love,
In a bed of silk and lace,
And a garland for your hair my love,
And a warm wind for your face,
And I would give you ships my love,
And stars to guide you by,
But will not watch you growing old,
And you will not see me die.
Love forever.
bobby stevenson 2016
https://thougthcontrol.wordpress.com/2016/06/29/a-note-in-a-jacket/
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