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Feb 2014
Contemporary.

Con
Temporary,and
that conned me into believing that it wasn't forever,it, never is,is it?
but we learn to survive though they drive the drivel right though the middle of our urban sprawl,and
we learn to crawl,then to walk,to talk Spangalese,then it's back to our knees and dribbling,oh please,don't tell me that.
Adverts that pervert me,prevent and circumvent my understanding of fair play,oh contemporary is today, of that there is no doubt.
I should make notes of this,tomorrow may come and I might miss what is contemporary ,but for today.
I should play the contemporary game,buy some airtime,gain some fame,but contemporary goes so fast just blink once or twice and it has passed,
I cast a line to secure more time but it's no use and so
I hang free and loose
swinging in the noose and wondering what it was all about.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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