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What is the fuel we run on
We are not machines with an instant charge
To be oiled, rebooted, resynchronized to society
These limbs are a biological process
Roaming this Earth with no given objective
Yet bold enough to build these helping incentives
Until panic sets in when not fully charged
Diesel and petrol, now battery operated cars
How long have we got until we are the same
This once savage race, now a number, not a name

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John Bartholomew
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John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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