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The Workshop The Head

The machines they do work
But not as they should
The blades do get sharpened
But nothing gets cut
The machines are all deafening
But outside not a whisper
The engine is turning
The plough at the ready
But it will not scratch
Not a surface beyond
For this workshop is closed
No work can get out
For the owner can not open
The latch for the fear
Held tight by the thoughts
Of what may come clear

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