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Oct 2013
She favour's me
as is day, is to night
lend me your wing's
as night passes into day
and now walk home
to be the man I have alway's been,
but it a cold dry reaper world
that alway's tell's me
man you should have known!
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     Marian, Timothy and Paul Hardwick
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