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Mar 2012
Stop looked at me.
Then shouted just go.
In a panic!
I did not know which way to run.
So after which can only be called a jig.
I just stood still.
and hid behind my confusion.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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