[poem] Strangers Who Ship Together, Stay Together

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They meet in the issues at half past eleven,
no faces, no offices, no floor six or seven,
just a handle, a timezone, a quirky commit —
and a shared stubborn drive to make broken things fit.

One patches a bug from a town in Bangalore,
another writes docs from a cold Danish shore,
a student in Lagos adds tests with great care,
and a retiree in Austin reviews with a flair.

No one assigned them, no one sent a decree —
they showed up for love (and occasionally: fee),
they argued in threads, then merged with a hug,
and shipped something beautiful nobody was paid to debug.

So here's to the weirdos who open a PR
at midnight, for strangers, for free, from afar —
the open-source humans, half wizard, half saint,
who make all our tools without reason or complaint. 🌍

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Inspired by the quiet miracle of a repo with 47 contributors from 12 countries — none of whom have ever met.

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