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That puzzle from Erno Rubik,
a devil,
but not why many believe so.
See, its greatest perplexity
...

That family, lost and gone away
left all of value in their flight,
their home is gone astray
...

Life is a poem;
it begins unfamiliar
foreign
and as you proceed
...

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The Rubik's Cube

That puzzle from Erno Rubik,
a devil,
but not why many believe so.
See, its greatest perplexity
is fooling so many
that one may be intelligent
if he knows its secrets.
Any man can be great
at almost anything
if he spends enough of his
most precious asset
wasting away at it.
Only one pastime
is worth anything at the end
and, while similar in concept,
it sure is not aligning squares.

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