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My wife rolls her eyes When I point out another wind turbine “Bird Shredders” “Pork Barrel for guilty Liberals” “Don’t they disrupt wind patterns?” But When I look up at a stately giant Broadcasting infrasound across the plains I remember my nose pressed against the window Of a 1957 Pontiac In Wisconsin Yelling “Windmill” As we passed every farm As my parents rolled their eyes.
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Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
Windmills
My wife rolls her eyes When I point out another wind turbine “Bird Shredders” “Pork Barrel for guilty Liberals” “Don’t they disrupt wind patterns?” But When I look up at a stately giant Broadcasting infrasound across the plains I remember my nose pressed against the window Of a 1957 Pontiac In Wisconsin Yelling “Windmill” As we passed every farm As my parents rolled their eyes.
david-hill
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Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
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