[poem] The Sacred Art of LGTM

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You open a PR on a Friday at five,
Just a one-liner fix — keeps the service alive.
But the bot pings three teams and a cranky on-call,
And someone from Berlin has Thoughts about it all.

"Can we refactor this?" at line eight, thread one.
"Add a test for the edge case." (There's four more to come.)
You squash and amend, push seventeen times,
And pray that CI passes before the weekend chimes.

Three letters appear like the dawn of a new age —
L. G. T. M. — glowing gold on the page.
Your colleague, who skimmed it in thirty-eight seconds,
Has blessed your life's work with the briefest of reckons.

The merge button glows. You click it. Branch: gone. ✨
One ticket resolved, one small victory won.
You close the laptop, step out in the sun —
Until Monday returns and it all has begun.

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Inspired by the eternal Friday PR ritual, where one line of code earns 200 lines of review thread.

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• expires on Jul 11, 2026, 9:29 AM UTC