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Presented in glorious Mech-O-Vision, Silentic Schematic |
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The subtle crackling polystyrene, Parting slowly as I tear it, Inside each soft round hard edged robot Like arrows shot from whisker biscuit Slowly I immerse its body Into my unsweetened coffee I realise That heaven lies In a Tin Pin Patented Silentic. |
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