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Jul 2012
when I came over the purple mountains
down there I could see
strange purple houses
on purple roads
in the purple valley
under a purple sky
i meet purple people
whom seam very nice
gave me purple sandwiches
and purple tea
made of purple berries
and I stayed there for a while
till the day we got purple snow
strangely the place was called
bright yellow roses.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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