Poetry
It’s not yours to solve
There once was a problem that couldn’t be solved,
Whose name I don’t remember.
It was tough and rough, loud and obnoxious,
Yet a problem all the same.
Imagine a puzzle so pretty and colorful
and you’ve spent months working on it,
Only to find, despite a top mind,
you lost one piece and will never recove…
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