When the programmer weaved his lines of code,
Of a humble gambit from day to day.
He had prepared the start of a great ode.
He was lying in his causal mode,
Word battles with his friend they play,
When the programmer weaved his lines of code.
Words and work were links by nodes,
When he heard his friend's dismay.
He had prepared the start of a great ode...
A guessing game to his friend he showed,
"That was such a great strategy ballet!"
Said when the programmer weaved his lines of code.
That simple word game whose favour we owed,
As on the daily track of addiction we stay.
He had prepared, that start of a great ode.
As wordle gone viral we have been told,
How minds have been connected and swayed.
When the programmer weaved his lines of code,
He had prepared the start of a great ode.
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