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Jul 2015
You think a movie camera follows you,
a film crew watching everything you do and so you play that lifetime role,
rolling down the blinds at number fifty one
you think the film is rolling on,
each scene a scene where you have been, each whisper that you hear is taped, replayed,
play it by ear you could be on an earner,
turn a page or two, do you think the audience is watching what you do?
do you undress behind the silver mirrored made in Hong Kong screen and have you seen the rushes yet?

I bet the editor has made the final cut, but you think they'll watch the film in which you star
if a movie camera really follows you.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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