Today, while walking, I was stopped
by a man with a scarf
and a multitude of questions.
I suppose that I may have been reciting.
It is a habit, one must understand.
Merely a murmuring of favored words
to keep me company.
I do not think it any more odd than people who talk to blue teeth.
(Really. What could one possible have to discuss with machinery
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