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No More Roots Squared. I Need a Root-beer.


Why do you have to ruin my life?

Why ask about pie when I can cut it with a knife?

X equals, well you can finish the rest.

Even though I hate it, I’m forced to do my best.

Believe me when I say it’s worse than being possessed.

And seriously, first thing in the morning

Don’t act like you like it; we all know it’s boring.

Why do you think 99.9% of us are snoring

Wait, did I just do…..? NO, I DIDN’T!!!

I don’t care what you say I won’t admit it.

Fine. Indeed it can be helpful.

But I will continue to preach it’s dreadful.

What am I talking about you may ask

That super hard task

We all call math.

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