It’s not just a number
A pattern-less blunder
That defies a slumber
Though many will wonder
And try!
It may start to a three
And that’s simple to see
To run fractling tree
Pitching infinite glee
But why?
3.1415926535897932
38462643383279502884
197169399375105820
97494459230781640428
620 8998
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