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May 2013
Flashes in the sky
that burn the eye
turning people into dust
all thought of by the nerds
light of ***** and running turds
that no body now can see
bow your going to die
don't you will
it is to late now.

ENLESS!

Nope thats just me
is the future we hope for?
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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