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Spanner in the works

A strange little spanner it was,

Simple, unsophisticated.

But steely in its resolve, it saw,

That the gears in the grind grated

To a halt.

And what a grind it was!

Smooth and unstoppable.

Shining studded gears intermingled

Like clockwork with a Swiss label,

That did eventually halt.

And the proud, precise contraption,

Whirred and whined Β all it could.

But the resolute spanner stood it’s ground,

As a worthy spanner should.

The same spanner that had bound

All nuts and bolts in place,

Was the undoing of the structure,

Built by the proud race.

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Written by Sai

When thoughts began to rhyme,
And lines found a heartbeat,
I transformed from a dentist to a poet.

I fixed a poem in the text

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