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May 2015
I believe I fixing to die
no longer making this life my own
it has become a forgien land
but I hate my children crying
so on the day, I do
they should know
that     I   L  O  V  E   them very much
just leaving them alone in life
now there is no morning dew
but think of me
as you feel it on your, bare feet
and walk in the garden
which was my world
feel it cold on your feet
until the next time we meet
remember Me as your own

The
Prayes I say every Night
Lord
willing.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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