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Nov 2015
the gloss paint after two weeks, has lost it's gloss
taking it back, shipping, it in posting it back
who do you think you are
why should I dream like you do
for I am me
here I am
twisted dreams in my head
like what good are you for me
dreams all your dreams inside time calls me back
to where I began in fact.
P@ul ,  Love you all.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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