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Nov 2013
Don't look around
for tonight all you will see
will be a man
laying around
and sometime singing for my food
but be sure I will be
all I can be
the man of old
that I know is me
at another crossroad of life
only hoping my Prozac will kick in.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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