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Maths being their ancestral home Living in a house of geometry box Scale the tall man, working In the company of lines Protractor his stout wife, Controlling the house in all degrees Set squares the two daughters, Helping their mother in some angles Compass the one-legged son, In business with his friend the pencil The art of making circles and arcs Divider the youngest one, Poking his nose in all their business Without this amazing family there is no Maths !
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
Geometry Box
Maths being their ancestral home Living in a house of geometry box Scale the tall man, working In the company of lines Protractor his stout wife, Controlling the house in all degrees Set squares the two daughters, Helping their mother in some angles Compass the one-legged son, In business with his friend the pencil The art of making circles and arcs Divider the youngest one, Poking his nose in all their business Without this amazing family there is no Maths !
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prathipa-nair
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
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