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Jul 2014
A sailing boat
so I can cross the seas
and all I hold.
and mind must go on
sail the breeze
of the world you behold
God can you do that for me
hold on to my feet
sorry the way they smell
but to me that is uniqunik
so the ocean
and the shells in my life
let the sea drift into my sands
and become my ocean
of me
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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