These past few days have seen a grim return
of something I surmised had disappeared.
At least I thought I would learn more before
again I volunteered (without concern)
untreated chunks of ore, which, though sincere,
all need a master, not a paramour.
Okay, okay, the meter's not so strict.
And yes perhaps the rather rigid rhyme
(for sure a purely arbitrary pick)
just clouds all meaning, obvious or sublime.
But then again is that not just the point?
The heavens choose a blest few to anoint.
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Well that was a pointless waste of time. Fun, but pointless.
Kudos to the first person to guess what the title acronym stands for. Pretty obvious, I should say.
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