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Apr 2016
In the sky
and people going putty
and none of there legs had hairs
perhaps they are female
that live inside my brain
where the jelly was from I forget
if I ever knew
not that I like it at all
gets everywhere makes you sticky
3, 4, 5, I am glad to be alive
well you try have dreams like these
not always good being so surreal
when the curtains opens
you never know what you might become to know
I scream inside
then I can not walk
at that point wake up
with the ******* alarm going off.
True   P@ul Love. ***.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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