Verse for an online class

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It streaks across, a brittle ball of fire,

a lone eureka wanted by the law,

a paradigm to set the world aglow.

Received opinion wants to snuff it out,

but comet truth is hope, a madman’s song

that flies above us waiting voice’s chance.

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