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Lived a man named Raven, radiation's son.
With Geiger counters and hazmat attire,
He danced with isotopes, his heart on fire.
A love for the radioactive glow,
In his hands, a scientific show.
Neutrons whispered, electrons twirled,
Raven, in a world where elements swirled.
Books and beakers, a poet of the rays,
In the nucleus, he spent his days.
A scholar of the unseen, a scientist's dream,
Raven studied in the radioactive stream.