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Nhs Glasses

That man mountain of love My dad Hands calloused Tattoo's faded with time a joy to be with There to wipe away my tears to make things better My mothers right hand man an empty wallet but a heart that was full of love i see him sat upon a kitchen chair plastic framed glasses courtesy of the NHS overalls covered in oil and mud watching over me time as passed and so as he but i still remember them days time as slowly ticked away the days the months the years its now me whos sat upon that chair with an empty wallet looking at the world through NHS prescription glasses.

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