who can guess the poem without running it?

#!/usr/bin/perl
use strict;
use warnings;


our @life = (0..70);
my $self = {
      age => $life[int($#life/2)],
#
#078101108032109101122122111032100101108032099097109109
#105110032100105032110111115116114097032118105116097
#
      remember => sub{scalar @_},
};
our $wood = {
              dark=>1,
#109105032114105116114111118097105032112101114032117110
#097032115101108118097032111115099117114097
#
              straight_way => undef,
#099104101039032108097032100105114105116116097032118105
#097032101114097032115109097114114105116097046
#
#
              wild=>1, rough=>1,
              stubborn=>1, inside=>[],
};
while ( $self->{'age'} ){
    push @{$wood->{'inside'}},$self;
    if (scalar @$wood{qw(wild rough stubborn)}) {
#065104105032113117097110116111032097032100105114032113
#117097108032101114097032101039032099111115097032100117114097
#
     for (@$wood{qw(wild rough stubborn)}) {
#101115116097032115101108118097032115101108118097103103
#105097032101032097115112114097032101032102111114116101
#
      $self->{'fear'}+= $$self{remember}->($_);
#099104101032110101108032112101110115105101114032114105
#110111118097032108097032112097117114097033
#
#
     }
    }
    last;
}

END {
      seek DATA,0,0;
      while (<DATA>){
            print "\n" if /^#$/;
            s/^#//;
            print map {chr 0+$_} ($_=~/\d{3}/g);
      }
}
__DATA__
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Enjoy!

(*)please do not reply with positivist comments about the exact first day of Spring: seasons always start in day 21: the notion was in my mind when thumbs were still there..

L*

Gaming live,
One of five,
Humanity at one end.
Each AI,
Gives a try,
Lee Se-dol defends.

DeepBlue beat,
That old meet,
Over a decade has passed.
AlphaGo,
Joined the show,
Go-ing very fast.

Who's to say,
When's the day,
AI is overboard.
I, for one,
Give welcome,
To our new overlords.

Today when i logged in,
My clicking yet to begin,
Today is a fun day,
It said, "Happy Monkday!!1!"
I was welcomed with a grin.

To say it with such elation,
That's the points of exclamation,
Enclosing a number 1,
A shift, meant for fun,
The key to successful formation.

"You've been here 4 stimulating years."
The numeric pun, leaves me in tears,
(It'd be better to double,
But that's too much trouble),
The Monastery, where monks are your peers.

It warns me, "Don't panic!"
(Do they think that i'm manic?)
The greeting was cursory
It's just an anniversary
And the greeting is pleasantly organic.

while (each %day) {
    join #perl
    wait && wait && wait;
    sleep 60 * 60 * int(rand(7));
}
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How sad it is to see, the he that is not me, become the thing that he has long decried.
The annuated bore, crying for what went before; those lost days of his rose tinted youth.

So blind he cannot see, his own bigotry; his intolerance of those with whom he disagrees.
He thinks he is the man; he thinks he has a plan, to suppress the source of his jealousy.

Although he tries to hide, whilst he is being snide, to protect his once held reputation.
It doesn't take ESP, to see that it is he, despite his lukewarm refutation.

With his naughties: "Hate MS" meme; and linux everywhere dream; he doesn't realise, what he has become.
Despite his tender age, he's really turned the page; now both a dinosaur, and utterly dumb.