They stand there tall and looking striking
Some think they are frightening
Definitely not striking
Nor a place to go hiking
Some were trying to stop them by fighting
Don't go near and go kiting
Not something I would be liking
Never went around biking
With steel arms protruding
Not exactly alluring
Not even amusing
Looking at them might become confusing
Some consider them effective
Not something I would think effective
Seems like something deceptive
Might need a detective
Lost in the district
Can't find my way out of the mist yet
Maybe coming here I will have some regret
Probably something I need to forget
Was following the directive
Came to enjoy this place but wouldn't want to suggest it
Maybe by now you have guessed the rest
This is the electric rainforest
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The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
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