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Eli Christopher Fakes.
2/19/92.
I'm 17 years old.
Gauged EAR at 1-1/4th. 3 ear lobes, think about it haha.
I play guitar, and take pictures.
I’m sure that I will always be A lonely number like root three. The three is all
that’s good and right, Why must my three keep out of sight? Beneath the vicious
square root sign, I wish instead I were a nine. For nine could thwart this evil trick,
With just some quick arithmetic. I know I’ll never see the sun, As 1.7321; Such is my
reality, A sad irrationality. When hark! What is this I see? Another square root of a
three. As quietly co-waltzing by, Together now we multiply To form a number we
prefer, Rejoicing as an integer. We break free from our mortal bonds, With the wave
of magic wands. Our square root signs become unglued, Your love for me has been
renewed.
-Dave Feinberg
