Obsolete towers sit atop every home.
A crown upon, many a masonry throne.
Despondent old hats, ancient purpose unknown.
Unused and forgotten.
Smokeless.
Alone.
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(50) Chimneys
Obsolete towers sit atop every home.
A crown upon, many a masonry throne.
Despondent old hats, ancient purpose unknown.
Unused and forgotten.
Smokeless.
Alone.
