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Sep 2015
Tumbled out the nest earlier than usual
woken by the ring of the house phone
it must have been a wrong number
and now everything will be changed
the micro will effect the macro for ever
this tiny spaceship awakened prematurely
with all its burners lit up like the Sun
hurtling onward to the end of a day
woken early by a ringing wrong number.
Written by
nivek
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   Jonny Angel
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