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Apr 2012
Somedays it is true.
That you can fill your glass to full.
But woman.
That does not mean.
I do not love you.
I am working from severn to severn.
Just to give us the money, so I can go on loving you.
But this night.
Woman, you make me dizzy.
And there you go on one again.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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