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Dec 2014
Mans
only
got
one
finger
on his twenty century hand
and it points at
ME
and all that I be.



No
Place
to go
so where does the man go
when love leaves?






Into
the sands of time
blowing off the dust
or man rust
that there lay.







One with without trust of common man F * * King  stop.
Had to add that now it makes more sense.     P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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