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Little Tom and Major Tom It was little Tom's birthday. Tom's father pushed Tom along in a little carriage that had a wheel that rattled like a tambourine taking part in a funeral dirge. Tom's mother was laden with brown paper sacks full of supplies for the coming celebration. Major Tom, who little Tom was named after, could hardly bear the sight of the proceedings and walked a bit apart from the family.Little Tom and Major Tom
The wind, that non-corporal wolf, bit and howled at any living thing it found outside. Major Tom was wrapped in his winter uniform in addition to his great coat. His over coat was getting a littl
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Kinder, wo seid ihr?Children, where are you? Are you tired of playing? Have you left the playground, To pick up the instruments of war? Child, why do you, Hold that rifle so tight in your arms?Kinder, wo seid ihr?
Soldiers, where are you? Are you tired of fighting? Have you dropped your guns, and taken to the swings? Private, why do you, Run so fast, so free, And laugh at the stars?
Children, why do you fight. Soldiers, why do you play.
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Elevator MusicCommunication in elevators is molecular, Viruses, bacteria, Gases ricocheting, spreading, molding, Atoms decaying like the August weather, Steel cables silently oxidizing, The motor burns and vibrates, Talking in its strange mechanical tongue, Its beats of silence flow like art, Then art is nothing more.Elevator Music
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Work and Time Do we have the time to do anything anymore for ourselves or our children or their children? The old men talked about this as they sat around the long table made of bricks. The young men stood around them in a circle, staying silent as the trees and the air that surrounded the clearing they were in. It was yet another break period. Precisely twenty minutes of rest every evening and morning. Each person got to say exactly twenty words. This meant forty minutes and forty words total per day. The rest of the day was spent in dull silence and work, the type of work that slipsWork and Time
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