they never cried tears of happiness.
they write with sadness.

I
fe
e
l
And the slip off my mind
which was
like
h
e
l
l
it was almost 3 years
since Mrs Anna Climes
fell off that
shelf
but
did
not
hurt
her self.

B
u
t
my lips
still
waited
in the
shadow's
S
t
i
i
l
l
did not.

laugh!

You
tell
me that I
should not cry
You
tell
me why things die
You
tell me why?

I became 60
No way back
it as happened
now all I have to look forward to
is 61 or 62*

for mostly
they are the numbers
my family remembers
Rock and Roll on 61.

i dance
i move
i sing
all when i write

O,           my,,       I am a shy thing,
P@ul
just like that
did bring him down
pulled his body to the ground
all most at once did say
lets
have
a
holiday

P@ul Hardwick,

Here I am wondering
in the parking lot
we all call the universe
I might, as well be, on the moon
all seams the same to me
as

I


Fall
down
into
the
b         l      a         c         k
hole
of
life

to


be
spat
by
L  i  g   h   t

And here am I W o  n   d    e     r       i         n           g.

Woman!
THE
ONE
AND
ONLY
all though they are all the same
by name
here
to confuse me
are some new one
SO I
GIVE
YOU

Woman!

As
from
this world
I
call
all
and then
just fall
thought
dimension
as I
call
them
like
levels
within
in
the
EARTH
of
time
and
then
tomo­rrow
dreams
of
what
is
now

reality

not
on
my
watch
so
hold on
to
my
hand
as
we
F
A
L
L







D



O



W



N

this
hole
in­
Dimensions.

We
LOVE
you
do
I
wish
I could
I
could
talk
with
you

thank's from
all
of
us

REgards P@ul.

"Why I"
some time ask that
Why
does that
bother
you
at all
from your
very
own
head
you
look small
and you
you
do not
need
that
at
all
**and
why
in
my
hand
this
pen
cil.


S E E M S     small     Why?

Now now now!
Now
I
am
a saint
astro traveler

I
am
not

Now Now Now!
Now
I
am
a man
walking
on the
mOOn.

but
I
am
NOW.