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7.7
7.i.26
woke
up one morning
found I was gone
which is a kind of monster
made of strange parts
these are not there at all
so where then why?
in a picture, in a poem
mainframe, upload, down
funny, you’ll think of me to
say
on hindlegs and tiptoe
not at all
I guess you guessed it
not a trace of me but this
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