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Jan 2013
Joey will come
and she will be there
even in her death
                     for I know
                     joey will come

                     how I miss her silver hair
                     and her sweet dear face
                     I miss the way she was
                     I miss her mad elastic head
                     That seam to think wonder's
                     Of today and many lands
                     How we played mind games
                     which now                                      Joey MAKES ME THINK OF YOU       LOVE    Paul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     James Willis, Timothy, JM and Paul Hardwick
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