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Feb 2018
It walks, a mindless body
It has no hobby
Searching for one thing
It doesn’t know what it’s doing
Can’t talk
All it does is walk
Searching and searching
For one thing only, as it’s lurching
No one dares disrupt
As they could become corrupt
It walks along, without a hobby
Doesn’t talk, a mindless body
TheBlueOne
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