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#@£%=†-,,,     Roads Like Symbols, Aligned With     ,,,-†=%£@#
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##@£%=†-,,   Important To Some Large Constellation  ,,-†=%£@##
#@£%=†-,,,       Of Intents And Bureaucracies.      ,,,-†=%£@#
##@£%=†-,,  Governments And Companies Are Creatures ,,-†=%£@##
#@£%=†-,,,     In A Way. Yet People Sneak Small     ,,,-†=%£@#
##@£%=†-,,   Between Their Claws, And Hide In The   ,,-†=%£@##
#@£%=†-,,,    Roadside Bushes. They Wait There.     ,,,-†=%£@#
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#@£%=†-,,,   Vehicles Approach; The Game Is On -    ,,,-†=%£@#
##@£%=†-,,   Quickly The People Assemble In Well    ,,-†=%£@##
#@£%=†-,,, Practiced Geometries. Their Bodies Make  ,,,-†=%£@#
##@£%=†-,,  Counter-Spells On The Asphalt. Traffic  ,,-†=%£@##
#@£%=†-,,,   Is Instantly Diverted, Flows In Sick   ,,,-†=%£@#
##@£%=†-,,  Ways, Like Dogs Let Loose. Symmetry Is  ,,-†=%£@##
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#@£%=†-,,, Cars Are Ejected Into The Greens. Ships  ,,,-†=%£@#
##@£%=†-,,     Collide. There Are Many Kinds Of     ,,-†=%£@##
#@£%=†-,,,      Casualties, On Both Sides. The      ,,,-†=%£@#
##@£%=†-,,    Spellmakers Will Not Come Home. It    ,,-†=%£@##
#@£%=†-,,,   Sickens Me, This Physical Reality Of   ,,,-†=%£@#
##@£%=†-,, It, But The Cause Is Just. I Sneak Back  ,,-†=%£@##
#@£%=†-,,,      Over The Fense, Heading South.      ,,,-†=%£@#
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