Drone

Drone

———————–They say we’ll soon have nano-drones
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The size of killer bees
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To track down loathesome enemies
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In lands across the seas.

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Out in the yard tethered goats and sheep
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Up on the flat roof the target lies asleep
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With no idea what’s coming.

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But his little boy hears a humming
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Papa, Papa, what’s …..?

———————–Too late.

—————————————————————————-DJ 2010

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