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We love the bright cool dairy, Flywire bronze and clean. 'Granny can I turn for you, The separation machine?' Centrifugal spinning marvels, Skim off the precious cream. Vital added profit, Peace and comfort bring. Wondrous things that spin and whirr, Inspire a young boy's heart. Launch his mind; a lifelong path, Create for him the task. Betterment of mankind's clime, In thoughtful vision found. The labour of his hands and heart, Reward his questing mind. Through the generations, Unsung genius brings. Inventive application, Nature's laws still sing. And in the bright cool dairy, Flywire bronze and clean. 'Granny can I turn for you, The separation machine?' Ignatius Writealot |
