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Sep 2014
We all dance on the end of long strings and pretend
that we're free,
if it's freedom or not we are still tied and we've got
pins in our shoulders,our hands and our knees and we
do as they please.
Knots do not always mean speed,
knots need spots to be
tied onto and we'd better get with the programme
get programmed by the dance man
learn to jiggle and jive and move,stay alive or
fall in a heap on the floor.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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