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,,--^*¤¤£#  Brazil Or China. Fenced In, Secluded By #£¤¤*^--,,
,,,--^*¤¤£  Special Plants Growing Unusually Tall.  £¤¤*^--,,,
,,--^*¤¤£#    Spelled In By Purposeful Symmetry,    #£¤¤*^--,,
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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    #£¤¤*^--,,
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