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Sep 2012
i was move all the time so i had to give that job up
while drink in a bar one day
a man came in wearing a smart black suit
sat right down beside me
and there we got to talk
after a lot of drinking
he said to me
boy i have a job for you
then your life will start  he said
so nodding my head
i found myself learning how to shoot people in the head
how to use explosives and ******* a man with my hands
but after i had got wounded seam for them my job was done
so i tell you one and all never trust a black suited man.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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