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The visitors find the children gone from school:aged relations sling their guns across the desks...there'll be no break-time for them unlessthey talk about tomorrowas though it's already on its way.
Amen, oh yes, they'rewaiting for the breakthrough in time.
The visitors hide no aces up their sleevesand the classroom pulses to many different drums.
If only a breakthrough in time would comethere'd be some chance for the visited ones.
We could talk about tomorrowas though we believed in that.
We could talk about it right now,and it would come as a shockto feel the fingernail grow on the trigger finger -still the visitors clock uswaiting for the breakthrough,waiting for the breakthroughwith time on our hands.(
It's there all the time.)
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