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Jan 2012
Some days, I wonder, if I have woken up.

I hear all the tones, but when I walk, seams spongy.
When I talk, seam I am alone.

But then I gain, these treasurer for my own.
Walk with me, then you might see.

What love is.
There again, I might miss.

That is.
Like weird Man.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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