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May 2015
Jump into the back row
with me now
there's holding hands to do
maybe kissing, or is that not what we do now?
give me some pointers, what these day's
dose a poor boy do, to flert with you?
look into my blue eye's and see
there's only me
Woman listen here give me a clue.
True story, or maybe she did not like me.    P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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