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ROBOTS DO NOT SHOP Once it was wrinkles that blemished me in your eyes: Youthfulness alone met your taste in workers Now it’s my humanness that you scorn For the power and stamina of robots I lack Yet sneer not at my flesh and bones; True, they make me weak in work But from them comes my consumer’s thirst That keeps alive the world of work. Hands by turns should work and shop – That’s the cycle that keeps shops afloat, And it o...
