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It swirled in space and found a way
To Murphys cave of gold.
In more than one dimension
Into a waiting fold.
One dark and stormy morning,
A pencil for a tool,
Murphy clutched its Quantum tail
And grabbed its inner jewel.
Once and forever captured,
By Murphys special gift,
Through his line and color,
Our dreams are set adrift.
by Mirthfilly