Zach

Zach was a cryptic one,
living life as if it was a game.
Though he always had some fun,
he finally found his claim-to-fame.

“Be a philosopher,” people exclaimed,
“for you are obscure and wise in one.”
“This,” Zach thought, “might not be lame,”
so he strived forth, mentally arun.

Learning from the old sages,
Zach became very proficient.
He seemed as mystical as all the mages,
he brought, wisdom, which everyone was sadly deficient.

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