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Sep 2013
Don't kiss me on the lips
and no kissing with your eyes
for sweet thing
you know you make my brain sing

Don't smile at me like that
just so, with little wrinkle's around your eyes
for sweet thing
you know you will do my brain in.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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