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Jul 2015
This is meant for me myself
a person who I feel it hard to get alone with
never knowing what I might think next
and when the surreal spirit truth
what that mind might do next
stand back
let me expand this stuff
maybe now I do not paint enough
but when I paint I get colours
all over my mind
flowers burst, in yellow and oranges
against a deep colbolt blue
still my brush is in my hand
so nobody should read this truth.


P@ul.
True Story       P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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