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from the May 2005 issue

High Fidelity

They'll be free from the gramophone's pain,
its torture from the rub and the needles.

Chaste, they'll not know the sin
of singing a capella while hungry
caught between the farce and the fair.

The men who stay at home
humming soft melodies
will acquire wisdom.

A fortunate life, serene happiness
will be theirs and their children's.

As light as ash. As clear as eternity.

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