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Ones and zeros hold the key For the eventual displacement of you and me Must we unbind our worth perceived From the job and identity we’ve received? Seems so I’d say, why just this year A driverless truck crossed the country clear We must keep meaning, a useful place for to preserve the human race Or will it be synthetic ****** While good ole’ Maxo does our chores
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Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC
Battling Maxo Arrives Within a Decade
Ones and zeros hold the key For the eventual displacement of you and me Must we unbind our worth perceived From the job and identity we’ve received? Seems so I’d say, why just this year A driverless truck crossed the country clear We must keep meaning, a useful place for to preserve the human race Or will it be synthetic ****** While good ole’ Maxo does our chores
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Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC
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