The back of my hand
reminds me of my dad's hand,
makes me see his face
reminds me of my dad's hand,
makes me see his face
posted by Pete Green at
17:58
07 May 2009
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- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
When I'm not doing these blogs I play music.
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