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Aug 2013
You must walk and talk
and knock yourself right off your feet
and babe do that tonight with me
for it might be just one mile
or maybe two at tops
or that cliff you might fall off
and end up right back in the sea
or god might just let you
land on that shelf
on the cliff.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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   Weeping willow
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