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Jul 2015
It
sounded like someone was clearing their throat
that awkward sound that sounds like
I sound when I'm getting my coat.

It could have been Arabic, Yuruba, the
language of Myanmar, it could have
been German or Russian or it could just be me
with a spot of concussion.

Dropped on my head I hear languages,
some still living, some long dead
but it still sounds to me
that someone is clearing their throat and
getting my coat sounds a better idea.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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