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The experiment,
   of life on Earth.
In the perfect Brew,
   found it's Birth.
With the eons, that
   would be known,
      as time.
Superior life forms,
   would fall,
      and climb.
One would come
   forward with
       it's claim.
With its, superior
   *****,  known as
      the brain.
They would break
    into tribes, to
       numerous to
           name.
Inability to share,
   would bring, strife,
      to the game.
It seems, the fall
   of the "humans"
      will "Be"
What can I do
   that's best
       for "Me"
Not, what's best
      for "We"
A fellow poet said,
   I might
        be a bot!
I want to insure
    everyone,
     I'm most
       Assuredly not!
For I'm certain,my
   poetry would
     improve a lot!
There's a bot here amongst us.
A poetry bot of sorts.
You make up a stupid rhyme.
And it'll supply retorts.

I'm not too sure it's purpose here.
I'm sure it means no harm.
But that one generic comment,
utterly void of charm.

So delete that line of code.
Do whatever you must do.
But for the love of any god you covet.
Bid that Allison ado.
To all the Mothers, out there.
I hope, with your love ones,
      time, you can share.
For those to whom, Mother, is
    now a Memory,
May love, and happiness be
     what you see.
Tired of poems, of stories told,
Of chasing dreams that never hold.
Of ends and starts that feel the same,
A hollow echo with no name.

I long to lose myself in crowds,
Where silence lives beneath the loud.
To find a place I’d call my own,
A hearth, a heart, a kind of home.

To play again with skies so wide,
No weight to bear, no need to hide.
To walk a beach with naked feet,
Or climb where sky and summit meet.

But if not joy, then let me weep,
And sob until the hurt runs deep.
For all the dark I cannot flee,
The storm that still resides in me.
Be it:
  Good, Bad,
    Happy, Sad,
      Great, Mad.
From beginning
   to end.
We must fend,
    with the time,
        We're born in.
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