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May 2017
As the morning forms
I tend to wake right up
Just Me I guess.
Open my eyes
feel all my things
nothing died overnight.
So
my day starts
scratching my **** walk to the loo
peeing in spurts
why do men wake with a hardon
still no control
**** just finish
into my bathroom
splashing cold water on my face
a bit of *** trickles down my leg
M O R N I N G.

Look my self in the eyes
more *** trickles down my leg
turn on the shower
today I must glow
or today will mean
nothing at all
and have to do the shops
there's no way I will smell
of nasty things
but just all things nice
put on my best smile face
and just **** out to the shops
saying things
good morning
lovely day
H A V E    A    N I C E     D A Y    Y O U R S E L F

Me, the Person
Smiling
pretending
all is well with me
how can I be well with me
if not well with yourself
I see things in your eyes
as I do mine
sometimes I know
all is not well at all
even thought
you are looking so sharp
*** trickles down my leg
that was just me not you
look the sun is out
feel for yourselves
H A V E    A    N I C E     D A Y.
Is that big enough for you, please talk with me, for I LoVe You All. ***.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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