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Mar 2012
A lot sat quietly.
Think about what he was not.
A lot sat wishing.
That he would become something that he is not.
A lot be came aware.
Of all he is not.
A lot thought of thinking.
And realised, it ment A lot.

THEN FELT SICK!
Am I to surreal?
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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