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Dec 2016
On a cold and windy morning
my body does not know which way
against the cold air to stand
so I make myself thin
and hope I will not be seen
as I have to be here where I am
here to stand
alone but warm in my heart
But it's so cold
will I stay warm long?
True Poetry  Love P@ul Kisses to you all.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     Doug Potter and Paul Hardwick
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