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Aug 2012
When i was young
i was very green
greener than that hill i played on
****** till 23 but i would not change that
for everything i had was good
did not have space invaders
or any games like that
all i had was a sense of being me
pure of heart my summers where always good
i am sure now my friends felt just like me
i would not change anything of these years
for i was just young that was the way it was
or so it seamed to me
but to me with coming on of my old age
things have change
and that black old dog came knocking on my door
that black old dog knew my name
and i am growing old and i want to go on
i just do not know
how many of you
might feel the same
just this old man called Paul
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   Eileen Prunster
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