My uncle has a country place that no-one
tknows about
He says it used to be a farm, before the
tMotor Law
Sundays I elude the 'Eyes', and hop the
tTurbine freight
To far outside the Wire, where my white-
thaired uncle waits
tJump to the ground
tAs the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
tRun like the wind,
tAs excitement shivers up and down my spine
tDown in his barn
tMy uncle preserved for me, and old machine-
tFor fifty-odd years
tTo keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris that hides the
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