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Mar 2015
Hear all the guitars
hear the words
i still remember when saw your face
think that day
I feel in love with you
I am so confused
I can't believe this is true
the way your smelled
makes my heart melt
fear as cripples me inside
so funkadelic
it's the way you
walked into the room
stood by at the bar
scented up my leg
winked at me and smiled
done me in
mess with my funkadelic brain
I winked back
you giggled
just wanted to kiss you there
and hold you
feel your presence
see how close you are to my heart
Just another Funkadelic Dream.
goosing my own mind here    True            P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     Poetic T and Paul Hardwick
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