Wed, 15 Mar 2023
| last modified Mon, 27 Oct 2025
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On the clock,
My hand's not motionless by the side,
It wiggles and squiggles,
A firm pen in its stride,
And a stream of logic pours out from my mind,
Hopefully correct most times out of five.
And off it goes,
Reasoning with symbols,
Considering the knowledge bestowed,
Be glorified by such things in your heavenly abode.
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