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May 2015
Just sitting
listening to Alan Parsons
Rubbing Germolene
into my arm
after a battal with the roses
in my garden
rubbing in Germolene
as my arms now stinging
trying to relax
picking up my pen
and writting words down
try to make sense of them all
as the fumes
of the Germolene ant nice
but stopped the stinging in my arm
Germolene
the gardeners
best friend
and makes you smell like
you've just come
from the gym
P@ul.
So true love P@ul.                  :-)
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     JAM, --- and Paul Hardwick
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