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May 2016
Let's not talk of time
as I sit here
it's hard to know where I am
seem's I have dribbled on my chin
think what it was you was doing
find that all that was lost
in your mind
not the marbles from my youth
ow think alan came round
yes it was
good old al not seen him in years
good old al smyers
great mate.
now what it was.
True P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     GaryFairy and Bianca Reyes
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