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There was a miracle,
Came the supernatural,
And awed us with unachievable,
Such things/events glue us bad,
Our technology attempts to copy as much,
Get which thus far eluded,
When it finally does things,
Miracles’ proportions,
Will we be gods?
Or still be humans?
Don’t have a clue,
But I am still glued.
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