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Aug 2015
The first day I met yah
I was looking into the sky
Ossey's eyes where wide open when he wrote this
people tell me I need love but how wrong they can be
when all it is to be left alone
for I was born without you all
I just like seeing all your words inside my head
some nights you can see it written all over my face
I'dΒ Β like them more expressive
but no that's just me
and not for you to worry about
but if you want to
I will see how they will fit into my head now
people say
your poems
they do not scan
well that's just me
the man I am
the man that can
and if you think
that is not right
then my surreal head
is wasted

and I can't do much for you man or princess.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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