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Aug 2018
Left is me the hand I use.
And yet there are many at the same time we are few.
For in this world out numbered by right.
And yet still we find our place.
Left is me and it is still said at sometimes.
Oh your left handed.
So let me just say to thatΒ Β yes I am.
And there is no shame.
I am still human it just left suits me best.
Barry
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Barry  46/M/New Zealand
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