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Jan 2014
I often feel
Like a clove of garlic
Squeeze me and I smell
Crush me I smell like hell
But put me in food
and i am that gentile reminder
of a taste that was good.

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Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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