Genius

Genius

He had a talent, gift, a flair

Of which he seemed unaware

Everything he touched was pure

If he was on the case, it was sure

To bring positive results so sweet

The outcome so concrete

The end result would be divine

His genius was simply sublime

He quietly went about his work

Such a pleasure, his handiwork

Quietly gently carrying on

As though a silent gentle song

Played in his mind connecting dots

Quickly unraveling the knots

The end result a piece of art

Always setting this man apart

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