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Oct 2014
Power-lines pulse over-head
easy streams by our quiet lives
the unarguable benefactors which
caress each man they touch

soldiers waging war on insurgents
with power-lines along the boarder
In this narcotic drip submergence
we lose our peace in the name of order

the egotists shout with their power-line minds  
thoughtless words of each and every kind
At the promise of peace, wise men can see
the greatest peace springs from a tap into thee
Written by
Nate ere
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