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Oct 2013
The butterfly net
catches butterflies
yet
can't hold on to the colours,
that float on the wing.
Off in the distance I hear an angel sing,
'set free my butterfly
let not the colours die'
why don't you try
to live and let live.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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