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May 2013
Now when MAZ walked into a room
it looked like she had done it agAIN
OR IS JUST MY BRAIN
but sure like MAZ in my room
she is just like a cushion
to stop my mind falling on the flour
or hitting a self within this room.
For a good friend sorry Maz Marain i smile again :-)
Paul
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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