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AI - Amy Ingram

Amy Ingram, who lives next door, like nobody, you've met before, always talks with a whirring sound, and walks an inch above the ground, all mechanical that's for sure. She reopened the hardware store, mending microwaves and mowers, AI hope for our run down town, Amy Ingram. Red capped residents, soon got sore, said "this ain't our town any more", but some of us stuck to our ground, we wouldn't let them shut her down, I'm just glad I've got to know her, Amy Ingram.

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Date: 6/19/2024 11:00:00 PM
I got this meaning. It is a great warning in a poem of how AI will change our lives. It's a good poem.
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Martin Challender
Date: 6/19/2024 11:24:00 PM
Thanks for reading this Hilda & your positive comments!

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