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We renew ourselves at each fitting bit,
Our traits of today will be obsolete,
We progress with time or be a misfit,
Most are limited and are bittersweet.
The ills and cures of our modern culture,
We roll with the punches be limited,
Few have the strength at a crucial juncture,
heeding through our faults is definitive.
Our veiled society fears to drawback,
the curtains of the future and opts to,
be a stick-in-the-mud or a throwback,
nonconformist, just live without a clue.
Like the dinosaurs, they will disappear,
Masterminds will create a new frontier.
2020 February 06
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