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May 2018
Keep to your own lines,
the interwoven, layered,
true-to-the-character lines.

Friend. Father.
Englander. Londoner. 
Hero. Hugger.
Reliable understudier.

Place your toes on the bottom line,
and take a look and take in a breath,
take inspiration drawn in from the borrowed,
from the passing,
from the whatever-passes-for-solomon.
And redefine yourself, for yourself,
once again.

But don't stray over those well-rehearsed lines.
Don't ever improvise.

You're safe if you keep to your lines.
Every Line a Lie.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  58/M/London, U.K.
(58/M/London, U.K.)   
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