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That's oneofthethings I dohereinphysics.
I writepoetrysometimesaboutsigns, sometimesaboutotherthingson.
So I wasaskedtowrite a poemontheoccasionofftheplaquethatyoumayhaveseenonthebuildingdownstairsCommemorating E.
T s.
Walton.
Sothinkingaboutwhatshould I writeabout?
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Butwhat I headuponformypoemto a combinationoftwothingsonewasthelittlenoisescomingthroughthewall.