Two pens on a table
discuss differential equations.
A lamp lies stagnant
but takes a sip of coffee.
Folds of the blue curtain
behind a red shirt.
Letters glow on the sign
announcing the exit of tomorrow.
Pass through the door, the yellow paper,
a fuse box stands in the corner.
An alarm waits, Green.
Suppose our tomorrow is of a form
such that partial respect represents the whole of humanity.
Then the solution is constant.
A little green light glows within a table.
One hundred, twenty, and two students
crowd into a classroom to learn
about the chicken and the egg.
Then the sea is the solution.
Check is strategy.
A light hanging from a wire
stretches across the canyon.
With respect to the quantity.
Gray and white intersect in calculus
to form the area beneath a curve.
Tip the cup and drink it.
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