This is a "found" poem, constructed of words taken from an advanced English lesson from The Guardian's "One Stop English." It was an article about advancing car technologies.
Aging, fully automated: Travel to work Or go shopping; Take the quickest route Through lives all the same, The future always promising Something better. Still no flying cars - It will take a long time To rearrange the way This city moves, To affect change for Future generations - The first people born In the traffic of tomorrow Will pass through the system Driverless.
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