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Jun 2017
Now I getting old
climbing mountains without looking
if I can say
if I can be so bold
told you so!
the air up here is so clear
almost burns my nostrils
lightens my brain
tripping as old as I am
if you squint your eyes
you can see my house from here.


BOO!
Wake up sort yourself out
for one day you get here yourself
so love the old people
for they help you here
it's not their fault
Now I said
I getting old
but not too old to love
or even have ***
on top of this mountain
and ******* yes
that was not a sew ea dim
I am not not a wizard can not spell.
Looking for loVe P@ul. ***.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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