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Mar 2015
Space is a limit
once your
out into the air
feel the earth pull your body down
here we live on this solid ground
here we move around
mess with each others heads
planted seeds in the ground
grow stuff
then when dreams came around
and we want to get up
far beyond
the politicians
tell us
that is to expensive
lets instead rebuild this bank

f  u  c  k        O     F      F

don't tell me how to think
I'am  better off on my own
and my mind is in outer space.
True story      P@ul.

WARNING!    This poem is very surreal, might mess with your head.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     Sal Gelles, ---, Shylah S and Paul Hardwick
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