Tuesday, June 10, 2003
yay ! i finished maths. look at what i wrote for the assignment:

Maths is like the beautiful
Poisonous flowers of May,
Seems nice but, in fact,
Brings misfortune.

Maths is like a huge
Black cloud,
The further ventured,
The further vision blocked.

Maths is like a colourful
Rubik cube,
The absence of a high IQ,
Results in confusion.

Maths is like the shiny
Hardest diamond,
It can be cracked
By only it�s kind.

Maths is like a bitter
Vitamin pill,
Tastes bad, but no one
Really knows if it�s useful.

Maths is like the unreliable
Love calculator,
Since x + y
Is different all the time.



|deborah| 9:10 PM|

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