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Oct 2017
I've been lost
bad for the company
wendy glasses slipped down her beak, and frowns
henries gets up and goes home
lucy pulls her left knee up
reaches for her clutch
then drinks water down
like she had been in the sun all day
burt spurts his words out
in front of thingy the new chap
you know his name
that chap
came up from the post room
those for
and against
is that all
layed on some sandwiches
few drinks and home to her in doors.
Love P@ul.***.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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