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Apr 2015
But......

what if they took the wrong man down, it was dark, they were scared.
what if,
it wasn't the son of Man but some thieving alley rat that they wrapped in white in the deadness of night,
what if,
we've been praying for lifetimes to the thief ridden bloodline of a merchant or sailor,
call the jailer now
put me in Bethlem
send me to Bedlam.

But
what if it was true.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Olivia Kent
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