A Shape curious and neat,
Space of even - expanse from the centre,
Key to cosmic content and form,
The circle is always the mind's delight,
In infinite numbers making a sphere;
Petals have a choice of colour,
Fruits and nuts of various flavours - -
All are set in a regular ring;
A whirlpool or a growing surface ripple,
Is like a lover's rave going around,
Yet only a closed curve makes it complete .
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