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Sep 2013
When I move the world time moves with me
and time moves on
but that does not mean **** to a ****
to anybody else but me
what have you seen in this human gene
that does not mean **** to a ****
to anybody else but me
but my sun
will rise
and
with mine
these two hands
with form these words of mine.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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