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Apr 2017
Each day
loose Two for One
no need to ask about the blues
but I can hum it.

But each day
two more gone
dribble only a little bit
best jumper on.

Soaked into my t-shirt
thank god I went dark
still got red lips
from gumming beat root.

Not nice being as old as this
nurse has fab ****
thats a plus
and legs all girls might dream of.

This girl is a Princess
washed my *****
lifted my **** out the way
made me smell nice.

Not once looking
at her phone
she spooned her love
and gave me pills.

Into the mouth of mine
with my full trust
then the devail
grabbed my mind.
Love P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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