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Oct 2015
I like to dream
of things
that seam to me
relies my head man
make sense now
and just let things be just what they are now
well that is to me
and if I am making no sense now
well that not up to me now
thats the stuff you carry in your own head
OW bring back the 60's
Life was like so much easer in them days
all you had to do was paint flowers on face man
look at me dreaming again.
:-)     P@ul.  Loved that girl Mary Jane.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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