loud
gnarling
growling
chomping grinding
planed shaped and molded
steel teeth that gnaw at wood
at the molder a mans daily grind
one piece of wood at a time
rumbling roaring racing
motors rev of belts
and blade
square wood ruff shaping curves that are smooth and crisp with machined precisioned calculations
man molds
his life daily by
what he does and how he
spends his time. His profession
his hobbies his passion and spent
time forging mind and body
daily by molding the
fabric of being
essence
lessons
learned
shaping
molding
daily
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to avoid being vague~
the middle section of the poem is a
slat of wood going between the rotating
blades on top and bottom to shape and mold
the wood to a smooth workable surface or
shaped into custom crafted trim crown or molding.
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