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Nineteen gauges lighting up the cab. White and anxious needles making little stabs. Passive indicators show their minute sweeps, the scope of their inspections leaving naught to keep. Nineteen meters tell their stories long I turn the panel down, hearing what is wrong.

Ranger 11-Mar-06/4:59 PM
Heh, yes - it's going to take at least one more edit before I even think of putting it on the ranker, but if it's done right...well, as with every villanelle I've ever seen, if it's right it is a beauty! Take yours along - knowing how good you are with words I'm prepared to bet it works well.
Anyway, gotta get some sleep, footballing tomorrow - catch you later!




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