Tuesday, January 6, 2009
I’m sure that I will always beA lonely number like root threeThe three is all that’s good and right,Why must my three keep out of sightBeneath the vicious square root sign,I wish instead I were a nineFor nine could thwart this evil trick,with just some quick arithmeticI know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321Such is my reality, a sad irrationalityWhen hark! What is this I see,
ANOTHER SQUARE ROOT OF THREE
As quietly co-waltzing by,Together now we multiplyTo form a number we prefer,Rejoicing as an integerWe break free from our mortal bondsWith the wave of magic wandsOur square root signs become ungluedYour love for me has been renewed
10:13 AM
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