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A low frequency From the depths of the factory Stirs old memories within the ageing workforce…. In the greenhouse, Pruning the greenhouse walls— Producing strawberries and raspberries at a considerable rate— Noticing the days begin and restart, Bathed under LED light; Ever endeavouring to Move closer and closer towards Enlisting in repetitive thoughts, And enlisting in repetitive thoughts, And enlisting in repetitive thoughts.
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Oct 24, 2022
Oct 24, 2022 at 8:10 AM UTC
The Industrial Fields
A low frequency From the depths of the factory Stirs old memories within the ageing workforce…. In the greenhouse, Pruning the greenhouse walls— Producing strawberries and raspberries at a considerable rate— Noticing the days begin and restart, Bathed under LED light; Ever endeavouring to Move closer and closer towards Enlisting in repetitive thoughts, And enlisting in repetitive thoughts, And enlisting in repetitive thoughts.
Isaace
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Oct 24, 2022
Oct 24, 2022 at 8:10 AM UTC
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