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"nettie" poems
It's hard out here for an automaton the sun is hot on my metal Over heats my copper wire Causes all manner of motor malfunctions System failures In cold winter days the residual wetness I step in shorts my circuits and shocks my partners I am fond of small coffee shop nooks with outlets. I don't need to travel too far to recharge And since I'm so shiny often briefcases and lipstick come around sit their lattes on my discarded instruction manual pages To offer me oil I will let them insert the Nettie *** shaped disk where they choose it's rough being a clock work boy I set myself to operate at three hours before is necessary in case I'm distracted by some new upgrade or need to document another error message. they never write me back, bronze looks good on thigh plates I had this woman notice my key today protruding from my back the translucent panel showing into all my cogs and gears she said she wanted to turn it back, so she could see my program run it from the beginning again. I warned her, turning the key would only turn back me. I would rather let the program run on it's natural course, sure, I'll get closer to the end, but I'm a curious construct haven't seen the end of my functionality yet woman keep coming up and asking me to turn back the key and I am weak, but don't worry I said if I run out of energy, you can always turn the key back. I'll play it all over and you can remember. She didn't like the idea of doing the same thing over either she turned the key, waited for it to run out, left me on the doorstep for some other person to turn back on. it's hard out here for an automaton. the sun is hot on my metal over heating my copper wiring causing all manner of motor malfunctions and system failures.
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
Clock work boy
It's hard out here for an automaton the sun is hot on my metal Over heats my copper wire Causes all manner of motor malfunctions System failures In cold winter days the residual wetness I step in shorts my circuits and shocks my partners I am fond of small coffee shop nooks with outlets. I don't need to travel too far to recharge And since I'm so shiny often briefcases and lipstick come around sit their lattes on my discarded instruction manual pages To offer me oil I will let them insert the Nettie *** shaped disk where they choose it's rough being a clock work boy I set myself to operate at three hours before is necessary in case I'm distracted by some new upgrade or need to document another error message. they never write me back, bronze looks good on thigh plates I had this woman notice my key today protruding from my back the translucent panel showing into all my cogs and gears she said she wanted to turn it back, so she could see my program run it from the beginning again. I warned her, turning the key would only turn back me. I would rather let the program run on it's natural course, sure, I'll get closer to the end, but I'm a curious construct haven't seen the end of my functionality yet woman keep coming up and asking me to turn back the key and I am weak, but don't worry I said if I run out of energy, you can always turn the key back. I'll play it all over and you can remember. She didn't like the idea of doing the same thing over either she turned the key, waited for it to run out, left me on the doorstep for some other person to turn back on. it's hard out here for an automaton. the sun is hot on my metal over heating my copper wiring causing all manner of motor malfunctions and system failures.
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i saw you the other day and you tried to stop me to say that you liked to practice with me some day .... some words you thought gelled with your thoughts but i was in a rush kept on walking i didn't look back i didn't turn back .....till i .. i stopped to look back oh no!! ...poor nettie do come back .... im  so selfish .... so inhuman i ran back.. but you you   where gone #hey ...i called wait.....lets stay and chat come join me come ...don't be sad but you kept walking just walking further ,further away ............................................................................. you never thought you were special or likeable .... but im telling you that you are beautiful and flawless never thought you mattered or held any importance but your the most human of any human Ive met you feel and felt deeply and that's what makes you human for Antoinette
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
for nettie