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Nov 2014
While cooking up a storm
I some how manage
to rub lemon in my eye's

well she walking
though the clouds
when I am sad
she comes to me
and burns
my eye's.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     Rosalie Walker
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