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Jun 2015
He has a lot of photons in his pocket
Waiting to be taken out
And thrown about
But every time he reaches in
To grab a handful or two
They slip right through his fingers
Because they're fast
Quite literally the speed of light
Energy driven by momentum
And that's just what he
Needs
Kelley A Vinal
Written by
Kelley A Vinal
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