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Feb 2015
And what I would be
that I can not tell you
when I stand or a road side
I can tell you that's a place
I would not rather be
although good at it
hold my light
like a cigarette in your hand
and when you've had enough
snub me out
and never come back to me
spend time in my window
don't ******* out
for that's where I am.
True story            P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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