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Jul 2014
iF
pOETRY is the gun with bullets flying off its tongue
to run like streaming traces
chasing through the open faces
then
i Am armed and dangerous,
a telescopic sight on the armalite and a red dot
hits the spot
every time.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
605
   Olivia Kent, --- and martin
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