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Apr 2015
The nightjar is not what you
keep the night in.

This is a truth,
a bird that flys solo across the roof of the world
cannot be held in the confines of glass,
the clattering, chattering sounds will pass and
then peace will ensue
would you
want to
bottle that?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   victoria and Arlo Disarray
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