The Factory

In a realm unfamiliar to most folk,

There stands a factory like none ever seen.

Its chimneys don’t belch black smoke,

Nor is there any grinding of machines.

Rather, its walls echo with laughter,

Its furnaces radiate pure joy.

It is where dreams are crafted,

For sleeping girls and boys.

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