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The Factory

It's new,
It's created,
It's imminent.
I will outline,
You will accept,
And act.

We will come,
In our trucks,
To your homes.
We will take you,
It is pain,
It is dark.
Don't despair.

On arrival,
Unloading,
Labelling too,
Lab No. 3,
Mind loss.
On exit,
It's the change.
Useful bodies.

© Edward ian Armchair 2002

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