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Spontaneous
This is a spontaneous poem.
We develop patterns,
doing things because we do those things,
thinking things because we think those things.
It's hard not to say the things we've said before.
It's Wednesday, so let's eat Prince spaghetti.
We're just being who we are.
It takes too much creativity to be someone else.
It takes too much energy to be spontaneous.
This is not a spontaneous poem.
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