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{Once upon a time, I was very bored in math class and I decided to write a poem. This is a result of that.

Folders are piled on top of my bookshelf, stuffed full of shards of forgotten verses and rhymes. Instead of letting my imagination die, I wrote here.

Who knows? Maybe someone will like this. So, my darling reader, sit back and enjoy the product of my dreams, experiences, and my math teacher's life-draining voice.}

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