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We cheered ’til the crowd went deaf.
\nThe war had been won in our minds.
\nElectronic gods were declared dead.
\nAliens at last returned home.
\nWater was free again and
\ntrees had agreed to be sown.
\nThe bright yellow flag waved once more.
\nAnd then somebody threw a switch.
\nAnd the air was sucked out of our lungs.
\nBoll weevils large as basketballs
\nrained down upon the unsuspecting land.
\nA tidal wave of blackish haze
\ndescended on our memories and dreams.
\nThe world again was prehistoric, flat.
\nIf seen from outer space, it most looked
\nlike a poker chip on fire.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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