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A Sheen
Jean would go with me
to Exhibitions in halls.
Our passion was factories
in photos a-sheen.
Glossy factories
with no people outside or in,
but gleaming machines
in factories - a sheen.
Tall chimneys,
and sheer entrances.
A weekend, surely, for
machines, they were still.
Jean would go with me,
talking loudly as usual,
but I would say "Hush,
here are factories a-sheen."
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11/8/2016
Contest - Practiced Passion
Sponsor - Frank Herrera
4th place win
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