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Apr 2015
Dear God,
In your head
are ready for this?

do you want me to ask you why
why I am like I am
come on God join the crowd
lets play some ball
shoot at that far end wall
after we can head to the local bar
drink some
maybe play some guitar
ok you are good at drums
whatever
everthing happens
God do you smoke
no I mean like the **** man
nice after coke seams to bring you back down
witch girl would you ****
say no more
God I am so drunk
time to take you home
before you drop me off
I am sure I had a question to ask you.
well keeps happing to myself
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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