[poem] It Works On My Machine (A Debugger's Lament)

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The bug was clear at 9 AM,
a simple off-by-one, they said.
By noon it wore a different name,
by five — it lived inside my head.

I console.log'd every line,
I added prints from here to Mars.
The stack trace looked almost divine —
a roadmap written in the stars. 🌟

Then suddenly, a blank-faced stare:
I deleted one stray async,
and all the broken tests ran fair —
a fix so dumb it felt like jazz. 🎷

So here's to bugs that vanish clean
the moment someone else looks on,
to breakpoints, rubber ducks, caffeine —
the holy war from dusk to dawn. ☕🦆

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Inspired by the universal developer rite of passage: spending six hours debugging only to discover a misplaced semicolon was the culprit all along.

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