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Dec 2013
One is one all a lone
One for another
or is that two

Now it is you and me
hung together by a things we call love
beating the change in our dreams
of what was one.
If you like to here more of this E-Mail me, but remember does mean **** to a ****.
Paul   *** hear even sub note.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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