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Aug 2013
A toad sat on stool
remembering  all of the things
he miss understood
in his life before
he felt like now
Go again spike my dreams
I am just a toad
I do not matter any how
I am just this toad of toad HALL.

At that time just span out
right out of this world
well seamed like that to me
then i meet you
looking for a good place like me to run
and I Called you home.

And I just stood
for I will never know your name
and maybe you not mine
but i whsh
I did for you are one soul that god loves
Su I will not ask.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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