Wonderful Wool Patterns
Wonderful wool patterns
On an old man
So obsessed with numbers
He loves enlightenment
And is gullibly glib
The bruises on his brain
Were well-earned through hard work
This space is lined with books for walls
And the titles which I can barely pronounce
A rigid motion around the room
Utters I’m getting too young for this
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