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Oct 2014
Watch the camera lie,and
turn the blue into
a big red eye.

The viewfinder's a kind of
kaleidoscope,
twist the lens and hope
it all comes out
alright.

Take a picture
infra red
in the night
and in the bed.

Black and white
is, to be sure
the film that
makes the aperture,
capture
the pure,
the light,
yes,
black and white will
do for me,
the future is
photography.

But you can't photograph a
laugh or a sigh and a lie can be held
in the picture they tell us is true.

In the image I seek, there's a hint of
the meek and the wild and the
child I once was.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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