A Poem With No Curse

The game is in play
The vision is near
The fame and the fortune
Do need not come here
Just there a bit here a dot
A little greasy wheel
In need of a cot
When one time you know
Another you see
And all I and Escher
Go down on one knee
The zeros are heroes
The methods reversed
And all the time waiting
A poem with no curse

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