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Jul 2017
Nothing's free
my time as told me so
and what will be, will be
for free
even though
nothing is free
is free of itself
even sold as such
try freedom
go for a green card
get a pink slip
think your free
each year tell me
I'm in love
do you love me
till the end of my time
only if you are good
and look after me
as expect
look after me as a princess
why my princess dear
will you no longer hold hands
love is never free
of words.
P@ul    LOVE ***,
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     ---, ---, Keith Wilson and Paul Hardwick
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