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Dec 2015
So small
the grain of sand
got there again
and it proceeded to cut up my foot
so small
smiled at me
by all day
would not get lost
and by the end of the day
cut off my toes.
Surreal type 2 of 22 lies.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   bex and Cecil Miller
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