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Nov 2010
Our search for perpetual motion
starts and ends at the shores of the oceans.
We can't turn our back on the simplest notions.
Still, we close out the world when it's doors are so open.

We live with a Mother that plays the protector,
but we may be better off if she'd play the director.
It seems in the end we will see what we've left her:
analog parts in a digital sector.
NBURNS 2010
Written by
Nick Burns  Everything Was Beautiful
(Everything Was Beautiful)   
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