29.9.09
16.9.09
Since Sliced Bread
I woke up with
metal wheels at every joint,
pipe bones to clang on the bedstead,
a metal bucket head and boots,
left hand lost and gentle pincers as a substitute,
a scoop for the right, and a tick-tock heart.
I never imagined a fresh new
start would involve real spark plugs,
but better this bot
than a bug.
Hey, I should download that book...
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