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Dec 2015
Why do hang on my arm
walk right out with me
people to greet
Why do you make me smile
then complain your feet hurt
you so
What is this ******* ****
you do or don't
get a grip.
P@ul ***.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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