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May 2014
There nothing more
that I like than gardening
sticking my nose
into a rose
then remembering when
I was sixteen
for the smells was not a rose
it more like a ****
and cigarette smoke
mix in in a bar
but I still drift off
la la la, lar
so let back to the garden.
It's ok Now I only take Prozac to get me through  P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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