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Jul 2012
winter just around the corner
yes i can smell it
i am really that old
i feel the plaints quiver
i smell it in the air
and winter for me is bad
for you are no longer here
no warming body
next to me in the sack
but i think of you old lady
and remember the good times we had
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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