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A sad genius of machinery explores the crux of humanity. Nothing beyond coils, rods, and clogs has he. A wife, broken-hearted, needs remedy. A marvelous piece of machinery utters the childish words: Pappy, Mammy. Nothing beyond a phonograph has he. A child, dearly beloved, is memory. A wonderful thing of fantasy animates rosy lips and chubby arms. Nothing beyond latex and paint has he. A mind inspired. A miracle forms. Alas, her grief is not reduced. And, they Broken-hearted remain and waste away.
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