Numbers-
I hate them.
Always calculating,
Peering over at you
With testing eyes.
Always fixed
Just so, and
NEVER
Different.
I detest perfect.
The straight
Plain
Meaningless
NOTHINGS
that calculate up
Into a huge towering
MESS!
NO
IMAGINATION
! ! !
I hate them.
Hang Math!
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