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Years past, We strung String, Twenty feet long, Between two Campbells soup cans, Like conches, To get sound waves. Now, There are no Strings attached, Yet, I hear you Loud and clear.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
Waves of Sound
Years past, We strung String, Twenty feet long, Between two Campbells soup cans, Like conches, To get sound waves. Now, There are no Strings attached, Yet, I hear you Loud and clear.
francie-lynch
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
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