As he drifts of to sleep, will he dream of electric orange sunflowers ever reaching for the sun’s energies?  Will the squeaky rusts slow the eyelids, drooping down.  Grinding against the steel as the asphalt melts a sea of prairie grass swaying in the summer breeze.

I do wonder about these things.

Only the metallic one knows for sure.

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