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It’s good to know I wrote my stuff
and not some artificial.
I’d say it was intelligent;
that might be prejudicial.
Like steroids shot into the knee
go to the interstitial,
I ran an AI on myself;
I’m human, it’s official.
The space between the ears: a void
that fills from time to time.
Apparently a robot can’t
construct a clever rhyme.
The only time I’m seeing stars
is when I hit my head;
the bruise is used to cue my muse,
add to my human cred.
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with a nod to 'The Space Between The Stars'
Copyright ©
Jeff Kyser
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