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I saw a teacher cry today

And I'm not quite sure how to feel

I sort of always viewed teachers as stone

Always there but never truly real
I have found that within my mind
there's a canyon of horizons and each one shows to me a difference of opinions and every opinion has its own opinion opening up onto new horizons.

I couldn't wish for more than this.
About this time which was that time then when I thought it was about time I made my move because I was in the groove, and then the needle stuck and *** me the record replayed the same melody over and over.

always
and the female cop in the car said pull over, I said no, it's a sweater, I bet her pulse quickened as I sped away,
and about this, I remained quiet until now

She still follows me how
is that possible?
Don't have
don't want
don't need,

that is food for the
don't have's because
they don't want
and they don't need,

feed 'em a line and
they fall for it
every time,

hear no
see no
speak no
wreak no
havoc.
The night is very near to me
and it's getting creepy

someone or something keeps me
safe
and I never look a gift horse
or a God in the mouth.

Jehovah looks over and he's shaking his head
it's a good job I'm alive or else I'd be dead.

Oh Man,
it's a rhyme
take some time
you'll get over it.

Now past the point of what's the point
I don't think I'll be coming back
unless it's as a playing card
and then you can call me Jack.
I am reduced to a category
in the digital lifestyle.
The big giants govern me
Try tricks to entice me
To make it seems savoury
Feed me with bits that will modify me.
AI, advertisements and data,
they'll come together for business
Reduce me to a row of my criteria
They will see they can manipulate
with the day and time of my play.
They know exactly how I will simulate
At the least they have me ready
with the sentiment and numbers to calculate,
And it is only starting to be integrated.
Soon, the super intelligence would rule,
Being omniscient and omnipresent,
A new god on cue.
Friday comes around on the clock
it's ten past sometime soon
and though the moon shines bright
it looks to me like the middle
of last night.

Someone tried to  
mend the crack of dawn
but it's worn and frayed
I think
they've laid it to rest.

But
coffee's not the only thing
that makes my eyes pop
and gives me a zing
She
brings within her
the sunshine.
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