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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Poem 147: thE LifE of loVEly Numbers

I am a prime number in so many ways.
You can take me and change me
but, however you may
I will still be a prime. 
If you try, then you'll see. 
Mix and match me, subtract me
or divide me by me.

There is no adjusting my primeness, you see.
Try and guess me, if you can, just what I might be?

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