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Sep 2015
Male blue eyes
Sunday morning to the weekend
you said be so good for me
but woman you lieded'
you lay in the bed your going to have to sleep there
But people you have to do what you want
this is not my bed tomorrow
and not my bed today.
So so, ipso facto, will do,  P@ul.
You know
you've seen it to.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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