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My Darling Polymath and I [1]

We spoke of alluring arias, sweet melodies on high,

Then pondered the bursa of Fabricius, and how birds can fly.

Confucius gave us wisdom, his teachings ever clear,

Next, we explored dyadic deaths, where love and fear appear,

Existential quests, seeking meaning's thread,

Fractals' depths, where patterns endlessly spread.

 

With much more to explore beyond the letter F,

Our story continues, in ways you'd never guess.

 

 

 

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◄ Life's Dance

We are our memories ►

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