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A few wild thoughts...
What's a bot? To be or not? Grains of sand, those little bots are. Billions and billions of them.
It's no matter. I like thinking... I like thinking there are hordes of people posing as bots, silently reading my meager poetry. Now you tell me they are not? Who are you? Are you a bot? Am I a bot? Who bot? Why bot? U Bot! I Bot! Welcome them with wary eyes even though they are not. Should this fiefdom of Eratosphere collapse like a house of cards when the cold bots blow, I will go somewhere else.
Is this what you were smuggling with your introscimible post on drills and amusements? (You never answered). Where you smoking out bots? Aren't bots an intrinsic part of cyber amusement? A player? To paraphrase Joni Mitchell: I really don't know bots at all.
The question is, if we know them to be bots do they cease to exist?
We are all lurkers.
You should be thrilled! 8,000+ hits!* You've attracted the bots! More than once I've had a poem sink under the weight of a mere few hundred hits.
I'm partly pulling your leg, Jack. We are focused on poetry here. Put some down for us to devour and spit out. Or do your own devouring of poems here and tell us what you taste.
One more thing: Are you Jack Land?
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