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Poetry shouldn't explain anything, particularly to those who demand explanations. — Dr. Omed

robots, robots, robots!

The robots kept huddling together, then falling asleep. We separated them but that didn’t help. They nodded off as soon as we turned our backs. One of them told us they had developed telepathy but it worked only when they were sleeping.

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4 Responses

  1. ...deb says:

    Dood. Did/have you read Matthea Harvey’s Modern Life? (Robot action. Lovely robots.)

  2. Dana says:

    Deb, no! I should!

  3. Rocas says:

    Wow, That was really poignant, especially the graveyard sequence.

  4. Dana says:

    Rocas, it’s such a great piece.

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