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Sep 2018
Not the sleep thing
dreaming deep strong like wine
seeing red
mostly at work
related thing
my dress
did not mean skirt
but coat
reflects in my blue eyes
and with all the sun
red burnt head
like I glow in the dark
mostly radioactive
probity burn them all about me
I'mΒ Β told it's the corporate colour thing
wonder if I will get red boots
then I and my mates can be part of OZ together
tap your heals and wake up
Home and safe
see what I did there.
Surreal P@ul.   With love ***.

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Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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