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Mar 2015
They're trying to airbrush me out of the place,
upper case or not,
that's what they're trying to do,
trying to
control me, to
stone the rock and the roll in me.
I need an airlift
a spatial shift but all I get
is more of the same.

No parachute here
it's jump or be ****** but
I'm ****** if I will,
they'll have to push me.

On the easel, it's so easy, so
pleasing to me
the art and the artist
and the creative of artistry
but they want to airbrush me
out of their history.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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