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Jun 2017
Leaning on a pillow of flowers
watching slugs rolling joints of rose petals
getting up and trying to walk
right leg walks just fine
left, drags behind
move you ******* old *******
was that a demand
or a command
to a man, there is a difference
cent clears
right there, my right legs stands left to come and joins it
now so not feeling the same now
counting to ten
woke up this morning
with all this in my head
think somehow
my brain rolled out my ear
thinking about the night before
and wished I was dead
it was at that point
my own brain slapped me between the eyes

And that is these day's life.

LoVe you all P@ul. ***.
:-)   Lick my lip's  ***.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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       Elizabeth J, rose and Paul Hardwick
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