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Dec 2012
Come again
that stranger
in strange looking shoes
he sold me a smile
then said to me
do You want something to eat
at that i felt i should refuse
and said no think i need a cigarette
he followed me outside
so light up and gave him the ****
wow man he said to me
**** man i am fed up selling second hand food
and waved me and the company good bye
saying i will see you later
I just asked how
how can you see me later
Man you can not see me now,
and all i wanted was
a ham sand which.
Maybe with some mustard on it, o **** I just dribbled.
Paul
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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