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Tuesday, 5 May, 2020

I check the stats each day, but more and more
I wonder what's the point? What do they show?
Do even the compilers really know?
Across the different nations, what's the law
Ensuring uniformity? Still more,
Which tests do different cases undergo?
The charts look so definitive: each row,
Each column, clear just like a cricket score -
Who knows what's hid behind? And even worse,
Supposing that the figures are correct,
I still don't know what message they convey;
Is x new cases good, or the reverse?
But still I check them. Why? Well, I suspect
The dream of knowledge keeps my fears at bay.

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