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Jul 2016
Stand there, he told me.
Look up, try not to move.
So I stood there
while he painted me in half-profile.
I looked at the sky
tried not to move
and thought of nothing,
but (you know how it is)
the thoughts come into your head.
So I looked at the sky and remembered.
Tears in my eyes?
No, it was just that the sky
was very bright that day, I remember.
I remember a lot of things.
Some of them Iā€™d prefer not to.
Paul Hansford
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Paul Hansford  81/M/England
(81/M/England)   
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