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May 2015
For I have games in my head
Play, play ball
for none of you know how surreal I am
nor not where I go to
in this head of mine
you can never guess
for my head is mind
it is a world of my own.

Mr Ball
entered into my head two times
one when I broke his greenhouse windows
the other at school, his wife, had to teach me, they both died
no NO I did not **** them, far, from it
they both lived 80 years or more.

Now Mrs May was quite mad
she was so mixed up in her head
she would walk out in her back garden
and shout out at the flowers
I was young, never knew where she went
maybe a mental home, that now, would be my guess.

My life will blow you mind right off
these are people, during my life knew
so lets play ball
Catch.

Do not not drop the ball anything else that may come with
Just ******* catch
Hold the Ball.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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