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Gargantuan


Tall white giants

Slowly turning

Step up to one then ... look up

It will make you gulp!

Their brothers are jumbo jets

Their sisters sky scrapers

It is like Aliens flew in overnight

And planted these "farms"

The vast acres they have conquered

Causes alarm

"Farms" ...not to harvest

But to harness...power

Mega-ton turbines

Send a chill up my spine

From these modern WINDMILLS... of our time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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