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The Clanker Oil Robots

Beneath the sun’s relentless gaze,
In iron halls where shadows blaze,
The clanker oil robots toil,
Their lives entwined with grease and coil.🛢️

Their joints hum songs of steel and grit,👀
A symphony where effort’s writ,
Through gears and bolts, they carve the day,🌞
Unyielding, steadfast, come what may.🌇

With arms of iron, hearts of fire,
They serve mankind’s ceaseless desire,🧏‍♀️
To forge, to build, to dream, to dare,
In every task, their essence there.💁‍♀️

From towering cities kissed by sky,
To crops that in the fields comply,
They mold the future, brick by beam,
An industry’s enduring dream.🛌💭

And though their minds are not their own,
In their resolve, a truth is shown:
That progress, though it takes its toll,
Finds humble roots in oil and coal.⚫️

So raise a toast to clanker might,
To every spark that meets the night,
For in their churning, tireless art,
They are the pulse of progress’ heart.🫀❤️‍🔥