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Sep 2012
you come to my door baby
face all clean
and looking alright
your mother said
you scrub up well
and she was right
but i said
i can t see you any more
and all you did
was cried
you asked me why
and all i did was cry
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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