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Aug 2015
To find
a ******* bookworm
had crawled inside my ear
now it's eat words inside my head
I can't tell the one's for I forget
makes me feel kind off balance
do not know where I am going
think it was, from here to, I forget!
Never get old true story     P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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