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Aug 2013
LOOK I am what I am
just this man
whom when he thinks, his brain hurts
and gives me words
which I can not spell
so as a wizard that hurts
and never mind the smell
that reminds me of aliens
that have invade my soul

Your mother is an other
so she does not understand
your father well on a good day is a ****
and you ask me about my life.
Answers please on a post card.
Love Paul
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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