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A blade of grass as the smallest tree

A blade of grass as the smallest tree

Broken glass in the top drawer

To sleep in the dead lake

 

We have discussed the future

This is the Middle Kingdom

Singing Pharaoh's song, waiting

To build his temple

 

Or we could head South

Deep into the jungle

Where they are designing the New Bomb

 

The up-side is literally down

But let's avoid cliches.

Instead, let us mine the uranium

For Pharaoh's undoing.

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andrew-wenson
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Nov 5, 2012
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