We all called him Tom -
We'd go for walks each Saturday - Tom had a book of walks - we'd walk in the country -
We went past The Prince of Wales -
My dad took my arm -
We walked over cigarette ends -
Let's walk to the gates my dad said -
When I think back -
He leaned against me, sighing -
When I think back -
12.03
Sunday 20 August 2017
Staunton Road
Havant
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