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Jan 2017
Every which way is up
nothing brings you down
to you, there is no ground
all the others can not float
raise your mind where the air is clean
and you, come up, the air clear
and thought up here
feels like you meant to think it all
and life feels like bliss
you feel alive
breath deep raise your mind.
P@ul   SHHHHH!  ***.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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