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		<title>Things Birds Can Do</title>
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		<title>The Little Soul</title>
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		<title>Turing</title>
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	I am a robot. To test my artificial intelligence, and my ability to mimic human thought and behavior, my creators sometimes place me in rooms with real humans and have me strike up a conversation with them. They are not told before entering that I AM a robot, so I assume the point of it [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Timeline on Legs</title>
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	I climb the old ladder To the top of the wall And stare out past our border And I see the future Walking towards us A giant and endless centipede Trailing past the horizon ahead And below me Disappearing into the tunnel we built Well, not &#8216;we&#8217; My ancestors, this town&#8217;s ancient people The tunnel [...]]]></description>
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		<title>If The Fates Allow</title>
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		<title>Message Sent</title>
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		<title>A Battle Rages</title>
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		<title>Forest Life</title>
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	The forest has infinite hands All of them lazy All of them reaching For the nearest star But their wooden arms are sluggish Their arms bend with the days And though their bodies grow tall Turning water and light into wood Architects building themselves Inch by inch Guided by blueprints they found in their seeds [...]]]></description>
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		<title>To Each Their Angel, And Spare The Judgment</title>
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	I pick up the feather Fallen from the bird in flight And examine it thoughtfully Its exquisite design Meanwhile Back at my house On the bathroom floor A beetle picks up one of my toenail clippings And examines it thoughtfully Its exquisite design]]></description>
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		<title>Schrodinger</title>
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	Those closest to him noticed a difference in him the day he came back from his trip He had grown suave And debonair Always immaculate And he always knew exactly what to say About anything He would reveal himself to be an expert on any subject that could be brought up His newfound fortunes, too [...]]]></description>
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