Three hundred sixty are degrees
from which a man may choose,
not every one of them might please,
acutely or obtuse,
but when you find your favorite angle
you ought to hesitate
from other ones to disentangle,
for they, too, may be great,
and help you like Pythagoras
discover different views
you like, not square, as rigorous
as his hypotenuse.
10/19/06
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Being a former math major, I was drawn towards the title; as usual, I wasn't disappointed; you're al'right' in my book gershon.