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Oct 2013
Seeing the light in a station bar
and traveling for my sins
see me the host looking at his shoes
people around me
move listening to there music machines
and there the prity girl in black
a call comes in
I dance along with the beat
of all the swearing that comes to sound
and by the movement of lip 's
no good came of it

ToDay I see THE LIGHT of my dawn.
Witten today! and I will remind you, it is not easy being a man.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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