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Jan 2012
The allotment
is where I grow my mind,
tend my vegetables and flowers,
for hours and hours.
Turn over the sods,
pull up weeds,
for
we
think
them
not
flowers.
So there
I spend
hours
and
hours
what
do
you
do?
The allotment is where i spend hours and hours.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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