WHAT Machines Do shine.
	Without history we are all lost. Without direction we are all hopeless scoundrels looking for the meaning of life. The meaning is explained in bits which lie all around us. I found mine in an 8-Track tape, all rusted and stuck. Busted it open with a screwdriver one day to see what made it tick.
	['Track o' the Whack]
	Accordion Style There were things to remember Made of this Noticed, Unseen Merely a hold out Thinking will destroy you unThings My shure place in the world It Reverberates Real Deal What Ticks My 8-Track Heart? Switch Flicked end
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