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Oct 2015
It's clear to me now
that everything we do
is just imagination
and that's why we do what we do
I found at while waiting for
a bus
when the sand of earth
kiss the moon and time stops
and we can forget our sorrow
and everything else
for there will be no tomorrow.
LoVE  P@ul. ***.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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