Left after right, walking on,
Not looking around; not singing a song,
Come to a fork – do I turn this way or that?
Such decisions – getting to the fact;
If only I’d been told what to do,
For me the options are so very few;
Robots do only what their programs pledge,
And that’s why I walked straight into the hedge
© Anthony North, 2010
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