

Of Men and CogsLondons skies Are gold and white Gods pendulum swingsOf Men and Cogs
Above grey streets And false happiness And shade
A cog awakes and
Stands up beside The fellow cog
That is his bride Breaks his fast At seven sharp Steps out of a car As dictated by Clock hands which scar
The imaginary sky
Washingtons streets Are lined with glass As people crystallise No one seems to look up and see The iron engine in the sky
In all the world Cogs go to work each day Cogs go to school and laugh &
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A man is a fool not to put everything he has, at any given moment, into what he is creating.
- Frank Herbert
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A man is a fool not to put everything he has, at any given moment, into what he is creating.
- Frank Herbert
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