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Mar 2012
I brought my girl an apple.
                                                She let me hold her hand.
I brought my girl an orange.
                                                She let me squeeze  her tight.

I am going to bring her a watermelon tonight.

                                                       ­                 I brought my girl an ribbon.
                                                She placed it in her hair.
I brought my girl sequins.
                                                She stuck them here and there.


                                                        ­                I brought my girl some rope, she can hang herself.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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