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Jul 2015
When you smile today
after those ****
we smiled so much
you hurt my face
and now your gone
my face will smile no more
I think it is broken.
TRue at 16 for me.   P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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