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Oct 2015
Like candy floss man
sugar for my head
hyper now
as I slip into supper surreal dreams
some times, I do not know
which way is uppermost
or if I am in bed or awake
all in the head man
so how can you tell me if i am wrong
or if it's real

you think this how Alice felt down the rabbit hole
but my dreams a more confusing
am I mad
or just thinking I am
or am I alright
just another night
think surreal super dreams.
P@ul.    shot from the hip.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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