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Mar 2020
I am three inches tall,
I am metal scraps put together for fun.
I am a skeleton of what I could be.
It's sad really.
Then again my name is Gloom.
My head might hang low,
But I live life to the fullest.
I love being in photos,
I have an Instagram for my adventures,
But my memory bank lost the password.
This is just a random poem about my little robot I made, it will be updated sooner or later.
Written by
Syll
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   Bogdan Dragos
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