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Dec 2016
A selection box to outfox all selection boxes
this is what was given to us
by nature ,

not painted on
and for real
untouched
untainted
and we made of it
in the greater part
a **** heap,

the countryside,
a place to keep
our waste
nuclear and otherwise

this is the true size of it
the whole nine yards of it
the truth and the lie of it is,
It was never ours
trees
flowers
were loaned
were on account

we reap as we sow
and
now we owe
a huge debt

yet nature is forgiving
Live
and let the living
live
it gives me hope
It gives me indigestion
but the question is
what does it give to you?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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       ---, Matt Shade, wordvango, Darkly and Doug Potter
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