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Oh how the clock strikes past a quarter to noon Finally Ill be rid of this dreary math full of gloom
Please, riddle me this, oh math teacher- When will I ever use the inverses of matrices in my short, artsy, creative life? When will I have to solve an equation to obtain a wife,
Dear teacher, have I ever told you that I loved Math. Dear teacher, have I ever told you that all my dreams are about 2x+4=y and "Jonny had 5 bannans and gave 1 to Peter, how many bannans were Jonny left with ".
Staring at your crooked handwriting on the blinding whiteboard, As crooked as the dark thoughts circling my mind like vultures. My eyes are-