we set the limits to the human art
but then we worry at the thin remains
only the robot now may have a heart
across the road we watch the children dart
not knowing what we'll give them for their pains
we set the limits to the human art
all things seem likely at the very start
and even winter's hopeful for the rains
only the robot now may have a heart
what they have learned must fit into the chart
and be mapped into the coming campaigns
we set the limits to the human art
this is a principle we should impart
to those who think that they will break the chains
only the robot now may have a heart
and so we think ourselves both wise and smart
to have avoided all the tears and strains
we set the limits of the human art
only the robot now may have a heart
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
05 July 2008
to please the patron
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