Daily Poems for 2025

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A crown
weighed down
the clever mind
of Archimedes,
displacing
all other thought;
A puzzle to unfold,
the purity of gold,
and how to find it
using math.

He gave up
and took a bath,
and from his soak
shot up and spoke,
“Eureka!”
naked and loose
across Syracuse.

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The AI rendered this poem as Archimedes in his robe and sandals, thinking hard about the golden objects with him in an environment of blue skies, clouds, and golden shapes.