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Oct 2015
What is this rushing around my head
doctor what have given me
makes me feel like my feet stick to the flour like glue
doctor what is this abuse
why you trying to hold me down
are you thinking from this earth I will fly off
or maybe stopping me running off
what have ever done to you
not taking them green ones again
for they are goo.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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