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Radio

Radios don’t move, even
As you listen to your favorite groove

The music your body, driving your pulse
While the sterile plastic stands in solace

Your ears pounding, music sounding
The small grey case grounding
The noise a-sounding

As the world spins about it
All it is, calm and stout, sit



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