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Aug 2014
I not only dream
in color
I can at times
dream of my imperfections
some nights seeing my bald head
in true Technicolor and noting nothing there
other than the pandiemetrical thoughts in my head
know form now on spam and then for ever more, called PAN

and spam pan the way i am
new words.
Love to see the maths for this        is there life on a balding head
or no life at all,<-----answers on a postcard please, or just spam me.
You know how type don't yah <----Love P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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