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Nov 2013
It was a cold clear night
the night I met you
it was a bad excuse
I was the only fool insight
it was a crazy thought
a mad mans walk
black cats crossed my path that night
and to this day
nothing anymore seams the same to me
it was.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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