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Nov 2014
Some come out as moths and burn up in the flame
some come out as butterflies,reach the sun,
they burn just the same.
I came out,a six foot sloth,not
a butterfly or moth and
I remain, never reached the sun or
burnt up in the flame,
my life is quite pedestrian.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   SOLACE, SPT and Brittany Zedalis
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