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Feb 2019
I heard a bicker,
a bark
a laugh,
infant mewlings,
a mothers crash,

it was then that iΒ Β noticed,
right next to the wall,
the biggest and fattest and fairest of all,
right to the left and not but a foot,
with sack o'er shelder and boots caked in soot,
stood a man so iconic i bother to say,
his name for his fame precedes him that way.

his voice was grating,
his logic twisted
as he brought of math
and then insisted,
it wasn't discovered,
but has always existed

ill tel you of numbers so big and so small,
that try as we might,
we can't count them all,
we tallied the tallies
and summed all the sums.
Written by
Justin
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