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Time is Flying By

Time is flying by like the wicked witch of the west flying on her broomstick with Toto clawing at her dress. Time trots down one of those yellow brick roads it swerves, curves, gallops, leaps, sings, skips, and dances with its feet. It meets the intersection of 2 roads and picks a path knowing itContinue reading “Time is Flying By”

In that World

I am in that world that world where birds fly sing hum peck that world where people walk on their 2 feet drive cars think for themselves love, care, empathize the computer has not conquered yet not conquered yet I have no idea how to end this poem #poem #precomputer #humaninteraction #reflection

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