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Evolution is the product of many souls,
Many lives, dying even now.
But take comfort, for I know
Something that is proven over and over again
To be our truth as human beings.
DEATH IS GREATER THAN DIVISION
Nevertheless, people grow old.
Strange, to have things called wattles and dewlaps
Immortal tissue, interesting thought.
Mutations—now there’s a beauty.
Zapped genetic material
Treat us like peanuts,
Rarely occurring mutations.
X-Rays, Gamma rays, irradiated peanuts.
Sons who speak of women
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