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Jan 2012
Not sure I like getting older.

GIRLS NO LONGER LOOK OVER.

Not even over there shoulder.

To give that wink, or,    POUT,     of petulant annoyance.

The only thing in life.
That I know     FOR SURE.

And I have   NO   control over.

Is the day   I   WILL,

DIE.
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Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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