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I'm a protocol in the air, where signals dance without a care, With senses keen, I ensure fairness unseen, What am I, in the realm of wireless stream?
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Before I let a message go, I sense the airwaves high and low, Avoiding clashes in the space, What am I, in the network's grace?
In the digital symphony, where frequencies align, I play the tune of avoiding the sign, Of collision chaos in the air, Tell me, friend, do you know where?
Like a guardian of the radio waves, I let devices speak in turns, in orderly staves, No collisions, no chaotic spree, What am I, ensuring network glee?
When packets wish to take their flight, I ensure the airwaves are clear and bright, No crashes, just a smooth relay, Guess my name, what do you say?
In the wireless ballet, where data twirls, I orchestrate order, avoiding the whirls, My initials echo through the air, Solve this riddle, if you dare.
In the realm where waves take flight, I help devices to transmit just right, A dance of carriers in the air, Collision avoided, it's only fair.
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