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No, it wasn't always thus:
Once writers caught, or missed, the bus.
But AI cannot lie, or, telling truth from fuss,
Distinguish who's dead from what's alive,
The whine that's not from those who dine.
Books for review should get in line.
It's surely time for me to go—
Those cardboard critters will do fine!
Their Booker Prizes will arrive
As fast as DeepSqueak makes it so—
And if they picked the Premium package
A Nobel's perhaps slipped in their baggage.
When Mr. Belvedere rings the bell
Let's just hope he's not from hell!
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