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Math Poem 2 (Free verse) by Dovina
A city of ones,
loosely connected,
never satisfied,
until one and another one
united as one flesh.
Soon, they felt
not just as ones,
but a new thing too,
and they called the new thing twoâ
1 + 1 = 2.
The Reverend George Boole
found the ones proclaiming two
and declared them not a new thing,
for theirs was no addition.
No, he said, they had committed AND,
become a logical one,
the same sort of one
each of them had been before,
1 AND 1 = 1 or stated liturgically, 1 ⢠1 = 1.
But the ones mocked the Reverend,
for thinking ones could so unite
as to become another one.
So they lived as two,
remembering the ones they were
and still wereâ
2 = 1 + 1.
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