Alone at the dream factory he sang songs aloud he wrote about the things around his daily life.
He wrote songs about the pillow factory next door. He wrote about the birds singing in the trees in the park where he has his lunch when it’s nice outside.
In the eve as he prepares for sleep he jots down the latest rhymes of life.
He brings his work home at night as the lights dim in his house.
He sings while working all day. His dream while working at the dream factory is to sing on a big stage someday.
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