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Loud the storm whirl
And the lightning stroke;
Mathematics will say;
“One minus one is zero”.
But picture the pregnant clouds
Crying and shedding it all,
With a heavy downpour.
While in the atmosphere,
Just a single droplet
May meet its doom
And be spliced into two
But still remains as one.
Rules and laws are obeyed,
But not all the time.
Soon you will be off an infant cloth And may encounter storms, dust and rust Some achievements may seem a mirage Unachievable until success emerge…
Let the pages fly and spread their wings Let my spilled inks make millions to think It is plain and simple, hope it sinks “All…
Simple or made into an Elf What is music to a born deaf? Same question goes without tongues Pot or Chef, who spoilt the stock?…
It is no news that the pigs are fat As a result of the embezzlements Taking politics as a personal farm Eating from the labors…
It’s very good…😊
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Lol.. When maths is wrong?
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