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Jul 2014
Who held the *** while god painted this land
whose hand had a hand in creation
which paint did they use,I wonder was it lead free and
how did they paint the waves on the sea.
Did the clouds stand still as they painted them white and why
paint some grey
who decided the colour of night
and
who was it painted the day.

Who paints the tiers in the tears we cry and why
do they take time to dry
and tell me what tin had the wrinkles within and
how come I got some.
It's quite fun that the sun is the colour of egg yolk
gods little joke possibly but
I think they took a liberty when I mentioned that I could see colours in
black and in white,the colours of the day and the colour of night because
they went and painted a zip atop the top of my upper lip and
that shut me up.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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