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Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Neatly Dressed Droids


We were very neatly dressed to the writing,
You are perfect in the splendour of the stomach,
We were spreading the speedy victory,
Spending the honey and food for the decisions.
The writing carried on with maintenance,
The security droid had no adventure,
And thistles rain down on your stomach.
I have been robot, so robust with energy
And these thistles are not mine.
Now I know something, now I have been
The robotic trees that fight and fast
In the ways of places that were the wonder
And bustle of a daydream.
So the house was shown, so the people
Of the house were hats that dried.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013
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