Lay softly down now
Let the world drift far away
In my arms you’re safe

Call home the sweet lambs
Daddy’s returned from the fields
Battered hat in hand
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Aww… so cute. Brings a wee tear to the eyes that last one
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I was missing my grandkids this weekend!
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Sometimes you just long for a wee cuddle from them don’t you?
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I miss them so much! It makes my heart hurt.
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Leslie, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I am lucky in that I am five mins away from a cuddle but I have been in places where yp, my heart hurt. That is why I have to have to have that cuddle every other day xxxxx
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