Love of primroses

Framlingham and primroses by stream

Water gently flowing like a dream

The air as soft as butter helped your lungs

I saw you smiling then you look quite young

The North sea in the distance pulled us on

Orford Southwold Shingle Street my man

Without his presence I am insecure

No primrose grows alas I am too pure

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