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Dec 2012
as sleep passes        BY me.
how do i feel
sort of                        U   N  R  E  A L
spin me down my day's
and into my youth
your ***** in the    G  U  T  T E R
and people do not know how you        T    H I N K
and the last wave of    T  E C H    finds a new way
which you have no information on
into your what is your new             D               A                Y.
The cattle quietly continue grassing, and life goes some more.
What do you do when the old mans gone do you want to be him?
pAul
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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