The words have some triumph in them,
Finally the icon has potency,
It lives and breathes,
After long bout of sharing in one dimension
It took some time, so many multiple weeks,
But then again, without the month, it's just another day
It took some reaching, but it's all a bit of a stretch,
Missed spelling because he was misspelling
Coming unglued for awhile, then using better glue,
Sticking to it until the beginning and end dovetails
The piece finally took shape, becoming whole,
Giving us its word in full throat
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