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Aug 2013
Right sat not felling himself
sitting in his paresthesia
Left came in
and asked what up right man
Right said, I think right, so here I am
But not feeling to good myself
Left with a smile on his face
well right today I am good
and with that left, stage right
atΒ Β That RIGHT fell on his back
then die'd.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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