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
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
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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I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
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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