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When the Helicopter Couldn’t Fly

public Town admit
public word

as frequent 
energy
replaces

the dolour of
doing as mapped 

the people
wrong in large
numbers

unsupported regimen 
of administration 

concerning lost
elbow room within

the blurting racism

among trees

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