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Jun 2021
it's just a note and then another note and the way you play them sometimes comes out wrong like the words we speak, we spoke, we coat the words with sweetness, light, and still they do not come out right, but they're just keys, seems like some don't fit, so we sit and play another note, another note and try to play them as we speak, not as we spoke.

We could speak in symphonies
or
make mountains out of melodies
but know this,
these are just the keys we have
as we try to find the lock.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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