Tired Poem by Max Reif
Tired
This tiny circle of the known —
illumined by dim light of ignorance.
The dullard who always seems
to get to the eyeholes first —
how to beat him there?
No, you don't. You sit and wait and come second with something a thousand times better. t x
he might overhear he is a whisper away in the forum..
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11/8/2026 7:08:29 PM # rel_20261026T125300Z_a7741e1
Serendipity is the solution! Cheers, Max.