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Dec 2013
Tonight
I can not be sad
Even with all I have seen
                                                                  It was a pleasure then
                                                                         as we drift down onto the grass
JUst you and me
                            but my paranoid mind asked                   what was it you have seen
What are you to me                                                                           dreams of me.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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