ENWUFHSAUuniubdiuybwyug8G76r7yugbyrD6RTFUYGutf7yg8uhiug765e5
bdgd­gtdtTtR46ObDeTIIUYttrr7tfyrudtwsswedryctvvcrtuiuyiygtrrTVCRED5R6F­Ttcd6ft7gyhuinhbvgcfrd657t8y9uoin]
6644%#%^&(IYTDvubuyF65R67i&^RcU65FRV^rV65r8v&6rt65E476%b%rv865r^v%eV^
i^R^ &86bi7guyDR6T7Y8U9IJNg
UEU8877^^%79hhggUJHF6&TRR;^FG&65r78&864^&(&&%df&y&%D67UYG^RDS765T^b&^vr&BI;^t&^tU65e65t64wsdfu
YG&EY;;t7%R76T76T&9h87gt87yh8g8UHG&^T(hg76fg98&Yt786yhiyvF;^fgyhRt67ygvfrd657y8TR%6t78uYTgi6&*oyf9)8

there is a pattern in this poem, but you can't see it. The only people who can see it are MrDrProfessor Murly, Docter Jedingaling PhD and me, because we're smarterer than you