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Jun 2014
If you get old
you end up like me
after all those parties
and concerts
and heavy music with
whistling in your head
but if listen carefully
it seams some nights
it plays me back
all those old
and fantastic tunes
and now is so much part of me
as when it was
and you wake up
put your drops into your eyes
for they sting
as much as your ears hurt
your eyes
getting old to
and some days
do not see
the pictures
as you feel them go in
as you used to
having blurred edges
which makes you not see things
even when
it's right there in front of you
my brain as now days
as I take my doctors drugs in
just seams to get
more and more smarter
although my mouth
in which the doctors drugs go in
mixes my words
but these images of words
still come from my brain
sharper now

THAN   IT   EVER   W  a      S   !

P@ul
Self abuse  :-)   P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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