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Jan 2012
Behold  the  edge,  that  one  can  see,
always  around me,  holding me in. I
for  ones wish  to  escape from this to
a  more  permeant,  real  space, to get
beyond  the edge.     So all may see if.
  Our government are right, or maybe
justthinkingoutsidethere more round
box.   Yet they, make us live in boxes.
  So join with me, you must now have
come to see shapes like boxes is   NO.
And  the  true  people  live  and work        O    U   T   SIDE   THEM!!!
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     Paul Hardwick, --- and Don Bouchard
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