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Jul 2013
While looking
at what are now
my old Hands.

Hands
that sometimes now
let me Down.

Hands not like
they
used to Be.

Hands of art
then thinking that
Found.

I could hear
my own
Heart.

Playing back
what is now my life
Back to me.

Bang BAng the BEAT goes on.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     ---, ---, Timothy, Marian and Paul Hardwick
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