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Aug 2015
Some sit turning handles,
minds lit by candles.
But do their arc lamps flash
when freed from making cash.

While some are wriggling, book worming,
their minds inflamed, brightly burning.
The difference, some time to think,
nature's race or nurture's link.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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