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A Misunderstanding During a Chance Encounter
A metal cricket once told me
“Clip tock clat tak zitipip.”
I think I misunderstood.
He wasn’t talking about solving world hunger
or even the meaning of life.
He was more concerned with the rainwater
seeping into his fizzling circuits.
(Robot crickets fear water, you see
for they rust on the inside,
if they get wet.)
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