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[maxwellsays]

a poem written by my good friend, Nick Kern:

2 and 2 are 4.
4 and 4 are 8.
But what would happen
If the last 4 was late?
And how would it be
If one 2 was me?
Or if the first 4 was you
Divided by 2?

i'm impressed/jealous.