Poem of the Day: #7

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I. the lab’s dismal air
mourning your unborn paper
alas, you’ve been scooped
II. lab mates crowd around
printed copies fly like birds
try to find a flaw
III. your data can’t die
publish you must, or perish
find a new angle

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