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Jan 2012
I am a sale's man, for selling is all I do.
How about you, do you sell your self to.

I have things to save money.
Things that save time.

Sell your self, and see what you think
But nothing comes easy.

Keep your love in style.
But where dose your money go.

Who the **** knows!
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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