Industrial Me
…My mind is a LEGO brick …without the rest of the set, …and my patent …………has expired.
…Who will welcome me …in the toy-bin ………………afterlife?
…I was built to echo.
…The smokestack, smoke …rises higher, ……………higher,
……higher.
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