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Feb 2021
When my channeled radiowaves groove
and reach your ears like LEDs
(and in mind's eye explode)
with colorful remnants of unimposing
ultra all-knowing, unimportant dues
You will want (if anything)
to pick up the phone
and (to no one in particular) call
and take a taxi beneath the moon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfGff4Do-J4
Colm
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Colm
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