Fri, 21 Jun 2024
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Poems written on this day in years gone by:
Time to talk about my tongue today,
Roaming round my mouth it stays,
Inspecting all the teeth it says,
Yet I just think it all day plays,
And often sits still and obeys,
When I just want to think away,
The maths problem on the pristine board,
That I shattered with my ordered numbers,
Just like this very rhyme, you say?