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Life is a Little Bit Daffy

🦆 LIFE is a little bit Daffy

You can’t duck it if you tried.

And sometimes it Bugs us

Oh, bunny, the comedy in the lies.


Life can sometimes be too Goofy

But it remains one hell of a ride.

And when life becomes too Wile E.

Plans backfire on us -- run or hide.


But no matter how much life may Scrooge us

There’s still hope when our ghosts of conscience rise.

Yet too often we let our desires lead our actions
Changing the future for our own timelines.

And because we don’t learn from our mistakes
We continue to Marty on the McFly.
Then life devolves into some altered reality
As our stories become more fictionalized.

So, what becomes of our next of kin?
That’s something we may never know.
However, we can develop models to show us
A number of possible futures where humanity—

Can continue to grow.

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