[poem] It Works on My Machine (A Eulogy)

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The bug was subtle, lurking deep,
A semicolon lost in sleep.
Three hours gone, two coffees down,
A console.log to end the frown.

"Undefined is not a function," it cried —
The stack trace stretching far and wide.
You Google the error, find a thread from '09,
Someone else broke it. The fix? Divine.

Then comes the moment, sacred, rare:
Green tests, green lights, green everywhere.
You push with pride, you close the tab,
The diff looks clean — a little brag.

Until next Monday, fresh deploy,
A new regression steals your joy.
The cycle turns, the coffee brews,
A developer's life — we pay our dues. ☕🐛

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Inspired by the universal truth that every bug fixed is just a future bug in disguise.

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