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2026-01-28 | 💀 Cruel 👦 Harold ⚛️ And 🧑🚀 Quantum 👩🚀 Mary 📚
👦 Cruel Harold was a bitter boy,
🔒 Who kept his feelings locked,
😠 He’d steal a smile and hide a toy,
🏘️ While all the village mocked.
🗿 He thought the world was fixed in place,
🪙 Like heavy stones or lead,
😒 With bitterness upon his face,
❄️ And winter in his head.
✨ But then came Mary, strange and bright,
⭐ With stardust in her hair,
🕯️ She flickered like a candle light,
🌌 In two places—here and there.
🌊 The world is soft, she told the lad,
🎲 It’s built of waves and chance,
☀️ You needn’t be so very bad,
💃 Just join the cosmic dance!
🧤 Harold tried to catch her hand,
🧱 To pull her to the ground,
⏳ But Mary was a grain of sand,
🚫 That never could be found.
☁️ She was a cloud, she was a spark,
👻 A ghost within the gate,
🔦 She shone a light into his dark,
🔄 To change his heavy state.
👀 He looked at her and blinked his eyes,
🌀 The world began to blur,
🌟 The more he saw her glowing size,
🧬 The more he felt like her.
⛓️ His cruelty, a solid chain,
🕯️ Began to melt away,
🌦️ Like April mist or summer rain,
⚛️ In a probabilistic spray.
😊 Now Harold isn’t quite so mean,
🔑 Since Mary shared the key:
👁️ The universe is rarely seen,
🧍 Until you choose to be.