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Apr 2013
When I was young i watch the wolves
till the morning sun
and I grow i see
if i am not carful
I pull the wolves on me
but then i was young
and i servive by
the moon.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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