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Jan 2018
Panorama,
not the programme,
but what can be seen
with my eyes.

Some young ones won't get this
a bit like black and white TV
they wouldn't understand anything
before manned space flight
and that's alright
I don't understand
'Minecraft'

but it's all pixels now
and the more you have of them
appear to make the biggest of
the smallest men
there's
something dark about that.

I look out from the window of
a twenty first floor flat and
see,
not everything but most things
which brings me back to the
panorama.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     Irving MacPherson and Kelly Rose
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