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In walks One, So it begins with Primal desire! On stumbles Two, And Heaven and Hell brutally conspire! Here comes Three, Bow down to the Holy Man! Standing in the corner is Four, My Love constantly alters his contour! Lying outstretched is Five, All his senses irrevocably combined! That precise symmetry is Six, What Luck his Lady must bring! The Sinister player is Seven, Deviously uniting mortality and divinity! Nose in the air is Eight, His Perfection won’t dare be disregarded! Out walks Nine, His destination distinctly Eternity! And here I stand, curiously observing the scene, Figuring life is nothing but Numerical Folly!
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Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 10:51 PM UTC
Numerical Folly
In walks One, So it begins with Primal desire! On stumbles Two, And Heaven and Hell brutally conspire! Here comes Three, Bow down to the Holy Man! Standing in the corner is Four, My Love constantly alters his contour! Lying outstretched is Five, All his senses irrevocably combined! That precise symmetry is Six, What Luck his Lady must bring! The Sinister player is Seven, Deviously uniting mortality and divinity! Nose in the air is Eight, His Perfection won’t dare be disregarded! Out walks Nine, His destination distinctly Eternity! And here I stand, curiously observing the scene, Figuring life is nothing but Numerical Folly!
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Armenian
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 10:51 PM UTC
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