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Progress
(Alternative Earth series)

We have machines that fly
At last man has wings
And this great age of steam
Has brought such wondrous things

The raw thunderous roar
Fills me with a thrill
As I stand and look
At that steam driven drill

Slowly building up the force
It seems to quiver and shake
Held securely in place
By those static shoe brakes

It radiates an air of power
From it's every throbbing part
The steam gauge registers
It is ready to start

The drive is engaged
And the great spiral blade
Is lowered to earth
And the first cut is made

Forward to the continent
A joining of two foreign shores
And the new Channel Tunnel
Will bring so much more

We have machines that fly
At last man has wings
And this great age of steam
Has brought such wondrous things

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