Now that we can hold our brains
In the palms of our hands
And peer into our crystal balls
And can dial up God or the gods
If we have something to learn
About ancient libraries
Or just need a plumber
To talk us down to earth
Distance means nothing
When water comes from the faucet
And we wear the same smile
All my angels are practical people
I earnestly depend upon
And just a text away
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