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2d
A brain
Beating heart
Breathing lungs
Expelling excretory
A couple o thumbs
Chemicals
To grow
To heal
All tied together
Apparently real
So where do you sit
Within the vehicle?
What makes you
You?
What Are you in principle?
Virtually all you are
Is automatic
Your essence
Lies between
The static.
With apologies to Kurt Vonnegut
Written by
Jimmy silker
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