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Poem

Predict

A world of constant progression, A land defined by change, Is extreme the new norm? Are resources finally drained? We keep pushing boundaries, We always find what’s new, Is it time to give it everything? Should we give our thoughts too? We gave it all our texts We granted access too We passed it useful tools And asked it what to do. Forward seems inevitable Failures plain to see The world I knew is different In the future we might be Smarter, smarter Faster, faster Better, better Stop. Pause. Think.

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