Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
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What Are Little Girls Made Of?
Four Haikus:
I knew Spock would know
that the android wasn't me—
he knows me too well.
The dark of the cave
hid the silent assassin
of the two redshirts.
The proud scientist
was not man—but an android—
quite unexpected.
Why is it always
the Enterprise that finds the
strange crazy people?
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