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Dec 2013
Time does not bother me no more
and love is what it is
seams to me on a distant shore
time has just become
What it should be
But life can pass you by
Life seams as if in backwards
seams as it has stopped
but there is still movement
on my shore
maybe love exists

When I smoke the **** then maybe I am not sure.
Could be called Mary Jane.      :-)
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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