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GOOD MORNING JAMES BOND * by Flick Ruby
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The body tenses, freezes and looks up,
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Something buzzes in the distance,
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chopping the concentration,
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interrupting the moment,
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piercing the angle that intersects with the pitch unbearable,
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like a mosquito in the night.
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The desire to slap one's own face,
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crosses the mind,
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as it crosses the sky,
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to break the vibration of my soul.
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The message is fear, 'We're up here again'.
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Are there really that many escapees in Melbourne?
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Does somebody with they were back in Vietnam?
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How many people visit there again
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at the sound of surveillance?
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How many hungry people look up
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watching a four thousand dollar morning scream by?
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Is there an instrument to record the wave
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that moves the seed closer to the surface?
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"We can see you, we interrupt your day,
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your contemplation of the universe
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to tell you...
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We're in it."
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