The Missing Seasons
By jolono
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I'll miss him in the Springtime, when its drizzling with rain
I'll miss him most at this time, cos its Cheltenham time again
I'll miss him in the Summer when we turn up for a barbie
I'll miss him most at this time cos its Guineas, Oaks and Derby
I'll miss him in the Autumn when the leaves turn gold and red
I'll miss him most at this time cos its Hennesey and Whitbread
I'll miss him in the Winter when we all sit down to gorge
I'll miss him most at this time when I'm watching the King George.
To sum it up I'll miss him whether win, draw, lose or place
I'm allways gonna miss him when I'm watching horses race.
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This feels very father and
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Hi Joe.
Hi Joe.
Just found this - thank you for telling me about it, it's a treat. And I know how those special things can trigger the 'missing', but at the same time, we can still somehow feel close doing the things we used to do together with them.
Lovely poem which tugged at my heart strings.
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Lovely
I can feel the emotions, you shared, while reading this. Lovely poem.
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