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Homepage / Food For Thought / Under The Telephone Pole![]() Under The Telephone Pole I am a copper wire slung in the air, slim in the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow; Night and day I keep singing - humming and thrumming It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and the tears, Death and laughter of men and women passing through me Carl Sandberg |
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