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I think that I shall never see ...
A book as lovely as geometry. |
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A book between her covers prest
Assumptions, theorems, and the rest. |
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A book who in her binding holds
A nest of old papers between her folds. |
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Upon whose pages pens have written
Whose back binding a dog has bitten. |
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A book who into my locker goes.
Who intimately lives with my gym clothes. |
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Poems are made by fools like me,
But Euclid made geometry. |