That isn't perfect?
Each living thing seems to fulfill a need,
And somehow connect,
To create this world,
That has yet to implode,
Through this thing called evolution,
Giving flexibility to the old,
So the system is both open and closed,
In some deep collaboration,
Control within this ever-changing landscape,
An Apple with some Microsoftion.
And neither work,
Without the philosophy of the other,
Each striving within the opposite world,
Both born of the same mother.
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