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Nov 2013
And the people
at the night club that night
that night just had to fight, on my shift
and that for me will not do
for was just trying to remember how many cigarettes  I did bring alone
and it kicked off
and I me being a black bird did take off
did drop them that night
not something I am proud off
but the job had to be done
when I came down that night
still could not remember how many cigarettes I bring alone so walked out
into another like I had not before
and in the night
as I saw the stars
I thought to myself
that is not what you need on the inside

I have to take in what I can
for sleep is hard to come by
talking people is my way.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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