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leaves sodden
trampled underfoot
stride on
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glorious great slough
a thirty man battle ground
lost ball abandoned
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cat
floats over wall
leaves crunch
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There once was a particle in space
Who moved at a leisurely pace.
He measured his speed
but Heisenberg didn't heed
And lost track of his place.
Explainer:
If you are not a scientist or science enthusiast, Heisenberg's uncertainty principle is one of those fundamental properties of nature which means that you can measure position or momentum not both! Fortunately, this effect only becomes prominent with very small objects.
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stellar companion
sparkles icily
a narcissistic twinkle
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Remember how you spent
half An hour
calculating It would be wetter
walking Not cycling
double underlined It
theN
Got the bus home
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fire god cackling
marshmallow sacrifice charred
chief tomahawk grins
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marshmallow white dress
fades into the crowd
que the epic Slash solo
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crackling tinder
peasant girl who hears angels
setting France on fire
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This week we turn sixteen
We should run away, just you and me
I’m gonna be a gypsy queen
You’re dreaming again, my dear josephine
You know this thing can never be
This week we turn sixteen
You have to help me I’m burning like gasoline
I want to be free, to dance, to swim in the sea
I’m gonna be a gypsy queen
My beloved sister this is obscene
We’re both adults now don’t you see
This week we turn sixteen
It’s in your eyes: you know I’ve seen
You might not have the guts to flee
I’m going to be a gypsy queen
Stay if you want and wonder what could have been
Nothing you can say that will stop me
This week we turn sixteen
I’m going to be a gypsy queen
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