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I Can't Love a Machine
A collection of transistors and wires is all I see.
You are something fabricated by Fantonucci.
I see a vague resemblance of a human being.
However, you are not a person; just a thing.
Programmed to provide love and affection,
but what you give me is all imitation.
I want to send you straight to the scrap heap.
This kind of machine is something I can't keep!
Based on the short story "I Sing the Body Electric" by the late Ray Bradbury
Copyright ©
Robert Pettit
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