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Apr 2012
When I die
I would like to hold
a poppy in my hand
it's beautiful red colour
will shine out
as a beacon to me
i know it is flower
and this I should not demand
but when I die
you must understand
that is all people will see
red soft petals
That is really me so when I die
Place poppy
in my hand
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   Eileen Prunster
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