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Jan 2015
The ruthless we need,
greed we do not,
how ruthless the infant that
kills
from the cot.

But
we cannot unlearn nor
unburn the fire,
because
once it is lit
we
are no longer
free.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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