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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Poem 326: Math-inundated

Last night for hours more than fingers
I put nose in book
penciled paper with math words
and symbols 'till I shook

This morning once again I woke
and solved equations long
I worked out problems evens, odd
and even sang math songs.

And when I wake tomorrow morn'
I'm bound to do the same
for math is all I have right now
it's work, but also play!

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