Typing on that keyboard,

do it all day long,

essays and riddles,

books and titles,

the jam of sweet writing.

The happening of this inspiration,

can only be the cause of one beauty,

the guide so great,

the machine so filled with wonder,

it activates neurons,

fumigates fate,

and reverses psychology.


this is a computer,

predicting the weather,

changing fate,

one proccessor at a time.


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