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Aug 2014
I step on the ladder
but at my age
will I fall
some days I feel like glass
some days drunk I fall on my ****
never broke that yet
I step on the ladder not feeling sure
hoping if I fall
I will land on my ****
seams like that is my thickest part.

Or was it climbing the ladder in the first place?
Surreal No 128   Regards  P@ul
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     JM, r, Joe Adomavicia and Paul Hardwick
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