I have seen
Incongruity win When people love Parallelism disappears Meeting point to come I live in love anger In parallelism I dwell I wish parallelism exists Euclid to fail Meeting point to come Lobachevsky to win
This poem is drawn on analogy of geometry.
Warehouse, prison, laboratory,
Come and listen to my story, Facilities in all their glory, Just don't cross the territory... Just be cautious, not combined... Our anomalies, confined, Your work will save all humankind.
Can you guess what I'm talking about?
Was a panther In a previous life As well as an ox. Not to mention The wife of a 17th century cobbler On the outskirts Of Gillingham. Which is unusual As those who remember Past incarnations Are usually the wives Of Heads of Nations Or helped build pyramids. Actually said Samantha I forgot to mention I was also the transistor In Euclid's protractor. Can you get anachronisticer? Oh reincarnation The rebirthing Mother of invention.
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