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Mar 2023
If you colour me in
please feel to stray
beyond the lines.

Lines are only there
to remind us
that we're all different
so
cross over them
and
run riot through them.

I don't want to be what I am not
and I am far from perfect,

I'm just scribbles held together
by staples.

Use lots of blues
dabs of red
and
while you're at it
crayon me a bed
so I can sleep.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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