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up above the desk,

there is a god and his

name is spelled with

nuclear fusion.  I told the teacher

that the noise was more

than a thunderstick, but she

insisted in it’s musical qualities.  What?

Then there was a new sound.  Who?

and it beheld a new rhythm.  When?

the face of the camera went red.  How?

I turned back into a child. ?

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