I wrote a poem while sitting in my enriched geometry class in 10th grade, 1970. I remember exactly.
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We all outline a circle on a chalkboard in a geometry class. It goes round and round and round, and there's no where to go where you haven't already been, except being once again.
I'm going to find a hole Mr. Death,
In my head.
The following summer my teacher, John Benny, committed suicide and shot himself in the head.
I had no idea and did not know the man, except from my geometry class. And I was just noticing a cute pattern.
Question is: how many times do you need to go round and round to figure out it's a circle? Once? Twice? How many times?
Q circles, with starting points
And no returns.
Such a specialty.
Example: Over the target.
Anyone can say that about anything they want. Result? You're an enemy shill. Works good everytime, on any side.
Example: Trust the plan.
Anyone can say that about anything they want. Result: Blind trust in any belief system. Works good everytime, on anyside.
How many times do you need to go round and round?
Answer: ???
Trust God only.