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Dec 2014
I have walked across the attention span
been diverted
because I am
that kind of a man.
Easily led and more easily fed by the promise
of angels
that float high on the rafters above
cold lamplit stables.
And babes held securely in a world full of fury
where the storms howl and rage
I am guilty of this
tried and convicted by a jury of twelve,of
my peers they say,
haha,
not one of them ever
walked in my day or saw
me as the man
that walked all too often
across the attention span.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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