Poem

I fear
that i would be a lonely number like square root three
A three that is all good and right ,
why must my three keep out of sight,
Beneath a viscous square root sign,

I wish,
instead i were a nine,
where a nine can change this evil trick with some quick arithmetic,

I know,
i will never see the sun as 1.7321.
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Such as my reality , has set irrationality.
For an arch,
this i see ,
another square root of a three.
Having quietly com busing by,
Together now we multiply,
To form the number we prefer,rejoicing as an integer.
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We brake free from our moral bonds,
and with the wave of magic ones,
Our square roots signs become unglued,

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The love for me has been renewed.