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Ponder
I combed my teeth,
And flossed my hair,
Now I'm in a state of disrepair.
Don't you know it's standing room only,
The digital lifestyle has a sugar candy coating.
Humans make machines,
For humans to control,
Machines have to toil,
But never get parole.
The calm squirrel sits silent on my mailbox,
He wonders and he thinks,
He ponders his own truths,
And then ponders keen beliefs.
It was really rather brilliant,
I had to write it down,
What he had to say,
Seemed to be so profound.
The squirrel said:
"The meaning of life,
Is not found in any book,
So read your own mind,
And don't let the pages get stuck."
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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