record player

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    record player
    A record player in the distance skips and repeats the phrase:
    'when will it end' ... 'when will it end' ... 'when will it end'...

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Razorblade’s Poems (4)

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    record player 0 11/21/2008
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