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whY are there cauldron walls
built around the land of immigrants?
nO one can get in
and no brains can fly away.
whaT other worlds?
there’S only one universe
and time is a line
but i ask –
hoW do you know
3-dimensional America
the measure of the 4th dimension
when you can not
comprehend?
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