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Aug 2012
Purple sat alone
Purple all on it's own
In a purple night
Next to a purple stone
Picking up that purple rock that night
Seam like making something right
even thought
the dance flour was purple
Purple said
Owwwwww hellow
missess Johns
saw your daughter  in that purple dress
she has grown
misses Johns just frowned
then said
Think that
then black is red
and the darkness will follow you
but my mind was on that purple dress
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   Keith J Collard
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