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Concupiscent Cycle
Nymphs, of course, take all the money,
And it turns into plutonium like its funny.
The plutonium fuels the nuclear power,
And vapor explodes from the tower.
The steam engine starts to spin,
With the alternator hooked in.
The current flows like the ocean,
Putting the machinery into motion.
The machine gets to oscillating the lamp,
And nymphs go marching down the ramp.
poem
by
Albert Price
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