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Nov 2015
Be a dream
of all things surreal
Dream a Dream of life itself and be
given this **** out back to me
O mary Jane
stop holding me

Remember when we walked on the ceiling
foot print above your head
to which meant everything
you walked all day
in within the sea of black
and printed with your feet all that is now over or head
with your feet
over or head
to rule in the sweet mountain grass
of which now is over our head
please god don't make it rain here
or the pictures will blur
and then only music we will here
come touched.
True P@ul.  You know who you are!

***.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   Rob Kingston
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