I never would think that I could be as good of a writer as him, but I'll give it a shot. It's funny how you can stumble on something, across the street, a sign as you travel the bus home, an incorrect link on a friends web page.. and you can find the most amazing things. This is the case with my Factory Town. It's where Tom and I live, and sleep, and eat sometimes (although the food is not so good).
And initially, even though we didn't know it, it'd been imagined, created, and developed by a Mr. Fred Garber of Iowa State, America.
It's been 11 months since his last post. I'll admit to following him religiously, even though it may shock him to hear it. My favourite posts are "When I was in Cincinnati" and "One Hundred Common Questions". Especially the latter.
So put on your dancing shoes, and have a look at his stuff:
factorytown.blogspot.com
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There was a man
Who I could hear talking to me
Although he lived a long long way away.
He would tell me stories of his town,
Of beds, and ships that docked into corridors of hotels
and into the kitchens of restaurants
and into the hallways of five kings that no one has ever met.
And for all your lies you tell me
From very far away
You're still very loveable.
Forever.
Even if your heart is dust.
And your tongue is made of daggers.
My heart quakes,
and I'm cold as I check again.
For your return.
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