Robot Poem


the robot takes his pen and writes
behold a model and a face
among those crystalline delights
a feeling not a soul could trace

a dream of deep thoughts in its sleep
a dream of dream within a dream
among that world of words so deep
strangely we speak yet on we beam.

Composed in VERSE BY VERSE from a first line with the help of Edgar Allan Poe

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