In metal's heart, a snail's slow crawl below,
Its shell gave way, and miners met their plight.
South Africs shaft, wrested by times cruel blow,
Plunged down, and stole eleven candles' light.

Encapsulated, like rabbits in their burrow,
Forty-one souls trapped amidst the stone.
Their plight resolved, emerging from their sorrow,
Rescue came, and led their journey home.

The goat does leap, its freedom bred in bone,
Yet forced to harness, suffers the design.
The UK regulator has clearly shown,
Adobe, Figma union may confine.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

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