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Dec 2012
We are married
after dinner we see
we are not ment for the
passion is no more
in fact we please no longer each other
it drips, but we think
Just please yourself
and that makes my body feel ill.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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