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Apr 2012
It is hard to live with death sitting on your shoulder.
Just waiting for a chance, to take your hand.
And dance with you to the grave.
So I say to you, think nothing of it.
For what will be, will be.
This day I am free.
I am in control of the dance you see.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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