He was called a zero,
Despite his hard work
And good mannerisms,
He toiled all day long,
To keep his life going,
Looking after his children,
Parents, like the zeroes
We are what are numb ers
Without zeros when
We make six billions,
So mnay zeros, to give
Meaning to life and numbers.
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