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Apr 2014
Blot came to be
blot was,    and seamed to stay there
for nothing else than to be there,
that was what blot was
and that was what blot does.

Blot had two left feet
so moving around was hard
and just because,   life was hard
that's what blot wound do.

now i ask myself
is blot me or you?
Come on budding artist's draw blot.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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