CoderGuru
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There are no cubing Competitions in AUGUST in WASHINGTON D.C. of all places.
Here is a poem for my sadness
In the heart of Washington, D.C., a city grand and wide,
Where dreams collide with history, and passions do reside,
A sorrowful tale unfolds, casting shadows on this land,
For the WCA has deemed August void of cubing's gentle hand.
Oh, the puzzlers and speed solvers, with minds sharp and keen,
Yearning for the thrill of competition, like a vivid dream,
But alas, their hopes are shattered, like cubes dropped on the floor,
For the WCA, in its wisdom, has closed this vibrant door.
No competitions, no gatherings, no cheers, nor racing hearts,
Just a silent void that echoes, tearing cubing worlds apart,
Why, oh why, must this happen? What rationale can they provide?
For denying cubers their stage, where their talents can't subside.
Perhaps it's logistics, or funding, or a lack of willing hands,
Yet the pain remains the same, like grains of shifting sands,
August days shall pass like a melancholic refrain,
Leaving cubers in D.C. with emptiness, anguish, and pain.
No camaraderie, no shared moments, no records to pursue,
No chance to showcase skills, to inspire and to renew,
The cubing community mourns, in the depths of their dismay,
As the WCA's decision casts their passions far away.
But amidst this sorrow, let us find a flicker of hope,
For cubing's spirit burns bright, an unwavering rope,
Through virtual meets and friendly challenges, they shall persist,
Keeping the flame alive, until once more they coexist.
So let the tears flow freely, for the missed opportunities,
But remember, the love for cubing transcends boundaries,
Washington, D.C., may endure this temporary plight,
For cubing's fire shall rise again, igniting hearts with light.
(This is CHATGPT Btw)
Here is a poem for my sadness
In the heart of Washington, D.C., a city grand and wide,
Where dreams collide with history, and passions do reside,
A sorrowful tale unfolds, casting shadows on this land,
For the WCA has deemed August void of cubing's gentle hand.
Oh, the puzzlers and speed solvers, with minds sharp and keen,
Yearning for the thrill of competition, like a vivid dream,
But alas, their hopes are shattered, like cubes dropped on the floor,
For the WCA, in its wisdom, has closed this vibrant door.
No competitions, no gatherings, no cheers, nor racing hearts,
Just a silent void that echoes, tearing cubing worlds apart,
Why, oh why, must this happen? What rationale can they provide?
For denying cubers their stage, where their talents can't subside.
Perhaps it's logistics, or funding, or a lack of willing hands,
Yet the pain remains the same, like grains of shifting sands,
August days shall pass like a melancholic refrain,
Leaving cubers in D.C. with emptiness, anguish, and pain.
No camaraderie, no shared moments, no records to pursue,
No chance to showcase skills, to inspire and to renew,
The cubing community mourns, in the depths of their dismay,
As the WCA's decision casts their passions far away.
But amidst this sorrow, let us find a flicker of hope,
For cubing's spirit burns bright, an unwavering rope,
Through virtual meets and friendly challenges, they shall persist,
Keeping the flame alive, until once more they coexist.
So let the tears flow freely, for the missed opportunities,
But remember, the love for cubing transcends boundaries,
Washington, D.C., may endure this temporary plight,
For cubing's fire shall rise again, igniting hearts with light.
(This is CHATGPT Btw)
