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Sep 2013
I was talkin to John
whom spoke in not so many words
of all the things he had done
then Betty piped up
and it seamed to me
talked only of the way she looked
Burt slipped in
and with a grin
talked of mental things
things that I do not know were to begin to
take of.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     Zoe, Marian, Timothy, --- and Paul Hardwick
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