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[4_toteachus]

The Badlands were fascinating until I got stepped on.

I'd rather not repeat that experience.

[Actually, it's surprising that it hasn't been done before, considering that Four is a tiny doll in a land full of giants. Dying a second time would just suck all around. Still, the Badlands was an interesting experience, and she got to be useful while she was there.]

I have a question!

[Big surprise.]

What sort of things make you smile? Why? Are there every any circumstances when those things wouldn't make you smile?

Do any of you have a favourite poem?

[That's more than one question Four.]

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[songofmypeople]

You've survived being stepped on remarkably well.

As for smiling, it is fine poetry that personally engenders that reaction.

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[4_toteachus]

I'm just glad there was someone small enough to repair me.

Do you have a favourite poem Tarn? I know you know lots of them!

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[songofmypeople]

Who?

Megatron's poetry is among my favourite as you know. He was the one you've met, of course. In Towards Peace he writes:

"My weapon is my burden:
a reminder of the path
I was forced to take.

When the word 'weapon' is
emptied of meaning;
when the purpose
of a weapon is impossible
to grasp;

when the rejection of my weapon
is of significance to no one
other than myself...

only then shall I remove it from my arm.
Because only then
will I have earned the right
to rid myself of my burden.

A stunning work.