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The Machine

2023-11-03 22:03:16

The machine is loud

Its owners are proud

It was built by luck

And sold for a buck


What enters it is old

Brought in by the cold

Rivers and ocean flow

Its remains are low


What leaves it is new

A fresh, strong build

As the morning dew

A rebirth fulfilled


The machine is proud

Its owners are loud

A perfect black box

Traded by the docks