The factory chimney, white,
was many meters tall,
and in that light,
it seemed to have a stripe.
Only a trick, of course.
There was no stripe;
just glazed bricks
sideways on and beautiful.
How it soared!
And if you craned your neck
you would not see
its sterling end.
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