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The Press
When it’s in motion its
deafening clatter will
mesmerise you if you
stand still and listen; but
when it is silent
the great room seems to sigh.
And in the yard the vans prepare
to course through a city’s anatomy,
deliver to every capillary
nutritional gossip and rumours of wars.
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Note: Benefits from being read aloud, or heard in the head.
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