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May 2014
Spending the day
on the roof of my shed
telling myself
I would be
better of dead
fading away in the
afternoon sun
no cloud or moisture
we have got
our lights on
but our eyes shut
spending the day.
Men know what I mean  P@ul
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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