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The metal cyborg was silvery,
It blended into the scenery,
It had a weapon of attack,
To affect those that were swept back,
Like molten liquid it did flow,
Around and about so ever slow,
As the tempestuous winds did blow,
It had many things to show.

Dictionary word:

cyborg = bionic human

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