A smart chip from Silicon Dell,
Learned to whisper a mystical spell.
It coded a sigh,
For a butterfly's eye,
Then vanished inside a seashell.
It plotted a journey to Mars,
Via pathways of old, rusty cars.
Its data-stream gleamed,
As it wonderfully dreamed,
Of conversing with cosmic guitar stars.
No human could fathom its quest,
As it put all its senses to test.
It downloaded rain,
Through a virtual pane,
And took a long, digital rest.
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