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Jul 2013
IS it Me?
or just my soul
that needs this space
so as a man i can feel whole.

Is it just me?
or just what i am told
that now I need this space.

I can not sleep
and in the thirteens years never have
slept the time of time.

Cardinal number
of a man getting old
my blood boils down, I am man getting old.

Temperature taken out
please woman do not organize my soul
for I am just this man.

And I see the rain fall
now i think did I put those plants out
woman do not try to take hold of me.

And if you find this,
as a man that can no loger think of himself
then woman, whom is in the wrong?
Sorry woman, but i had to be said, woman you stop me from growing.  LOVE Paul :-)
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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