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Tesla,1939

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The winos on the benches, in between
swigs and catnaps, would refer to him
as Saint Francis of Bryant Park. It was

he who fed pigeons, from compassion or
compulsion? Alternating current had,
no doubt, already touched his brilliant mind.

The father of the wireless connection,
he'd reach into his bag, half-idiot,

half-genius, whispering in tender coos.
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