I used to see you in commercials
I thought you weren't real
Now I see you before me
Your beauty I can plainly see
You lie before my very eyes
Yet my verbal prowess and cunning you cannot grasp
While I sit and marvel at your glory,
You have not an opening or a clasp
You sit and give out operations, two trillion per second to be exact
What are you?
Out of the question
Who made you?
Never be questioned
You are you
I love no questions.
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