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Compressor Cool


Should I switch this airy cool box off To see the thunderboreds inside? Its grilled facade an inch apart Conducive to moths and beatle sparks Audio effects steady and strong Like a brewing storm embedded Between hurricane clouds and Tidal ocean swell in Equatorial dynamics clone Hot air goes up and out Cool air spins round and round As it hums a rattling Awe inspiring stormy sound Its compressor seems wild Convulsive like thunderboreds Chased by flying sparks and moths I wonder why it rattles As it blows cool air on my hair Cool breeze on my skin and nails Is it purely just thermodynamics rule? Compressors rattle as it cools
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