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May 2012
Over a park not to far away
There is a tree
Know by all the kids
As the octopus tree
We called it this as it had eight low laying branches
That grow up into the sky
Looked like an upturned octopus
There you gave your heart to me
As others had done
What changed?
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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