


 ...coming soon to a class near you...
...coming soon to a class near you...'The wind sang through his iron fingers. His great iron head, shaped like a dustbin, slowly turned, this way that way. He was hearing the sea. His eyes, like headlamps,glowed white, then red,then infrared,searching the sea.
Never before had the iron man seen the sea... 
I am sure I am still missing something?
 
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