Wednesday, August 12, 2015

We Sleep Until Noon In the Day

It was an age of marvels
Sprawling in Philadelphia
The city of Brotherly love

Hundreds of machines, run
Simultaneously

The American invents
It it genius

Transcend
An inventor needs an enemy

Overcome
His kaleidoscopic mind


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