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Under The Telephone Pole
I am a copper wire slung in the air, slim in the sun
I make not even a clear line of shadow;

Night and day I keep singing - humming and thrumming

It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and the tears,
the work and the want,

Death and laughter of men and women passing through me
carrier of your speech.

Carl Sandberg