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Apr 2014
doesn't add up,
curves and lines,
      by design,
systems with
formulae,
by the way,
you count for more than all numbers
you can add or multiply,
together, if you subtract you from me,
then divide, I am nothing without you,
if my number was up,
and you could go on,...without me
your number would be,
anything but zero,
nothing would make me happier,
if you alone became great, in the
absence of my "feel like a number",
stereotype
but you can still count on me,
to be the lowest common denominator, as
you number me among your peers,
and
hold my
hand to
keep me
warm.
Don't count
me out,
of the equation...
Math murderer
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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