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a casting is rescued (Free verse) by ay deee

at a workshop in a steamy hellhole mildew climbs the walls a giant vise should rust but for constant oil cast iron from template all thread two inches thick two arms clutching a cluster of chain forged for strength this chain lowers slowly slipping links a pool of carbonlesss steel below our workpiece becoming sacrificial a pair of keys and a throw switch are required to stop this operation but wait here is the man with the chemical glove a precious coating invincibility at the cost of mobility our hero swings in from vines will his grip hold or will we work late tonight?

ALChemy 7-Nov-05/8:34 PM
Here it's poetry, at the steel mill it's a safety instruction manual.
Not that bad though. Sounds like a circa 1930s setting.




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