Virtuoso
Fingers flash, lightning speed
Data arrays upon the screen
Functions, numbers, strings galore
Erupt from a mind so keen
An amateur might get weary
From viewing a screen so bright
But the master plows ever on
Programming deep into the night
A new world is discovered
Now a man may play God
The digital sea knows no boundaries
There are limitless programs to mod
If not known as of yet
May now my intentions be clear
To be a programmer I wish
For the future is here
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