Maintenance
He is down for scheduled maintenance
for a minor refit and tweak
for all the words he has to speak.
Ghost must adjust new software.
Old bones given new clothes.
Shuffling poetry tuned tight to walk upright.
Night and day, cogs have been turning, turning,
mind oil has been burning,
now time has developed a crick in the neck.
However, he is doing fine.
The Muses and their staff
will get back to you
just as soon
as they bring him back on-line.
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