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Jan 2012
You look at me.
Then I back at you.
All I see is your eyes so blue.
You ask me.
What is your dream.
I still look at you.
grasping at words.
I replie I will love to the day I die.
You look me in the eye, and see the day I wil die.
But look at me, will you treat me right.
Will you treat my equal.
I wanted to do more with this, but found I could not.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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