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Math Poem

Calculus at 7 am

Smoosh and smash
Push, even
Frenetic button
bash

Busy, ...

d/dx = 29 cos(5 ∏ + 3)

Cold creaminess mixed with crisp crunchiness
morning cereal. Too early for tasting

The last woman’s
scent
screams out at me
from the pages of QA 152.3.K44 2008
Musk of dank mildew
Rough, unkempt, cheap
paper scratches at my finger tips

Tappity-tappity
only, lonely sound in
the empty library

Fresh sheet
Clean green engineer paper
3. d/dx = 29 cos(5 ∏ + 3)

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