musings of an algorithmatist

From:Sean Barrett
Subject:musings of an algorithmatist
Organization:Dept. of Statistics, Texas A&M University
Once I carved our initials in a B*tree
Now my trailing sentinel watches for you
In pages of my memory we knew no bounds
'Til the day I was too greedy
One night, at dinner, we philosophized
And I stopped for a P

Is it so much to ask, for a little intelligence on your part?

Let me rehash my feelings--I cannot contain them in my current state.
Between us there should not have been a halting problem

But here there is a trap
We were in a heap of trouble
I will skip the list, but know you this
An order is that order doubled


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