
Residing all along a line
Outside sitting on a bench of pine
Wolfing down the meal upon which they dine
Residing all along a line
Outside sitting on a bench of pine
Wolfing down the meal upon which they dine
Computer chips and meat meshed together was now his identity
You would think he would feel superior
But he felt definitely less than human
Of course, now he could now bench press a bus
Reality was he was a ghost in his own machine
Giving him a haunted look in his remaining eye
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The Art of Prose and Poetry
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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