A Poem for a Math Teacher on Their Birthday
I’ve known you almost a third of your life,
But I want half…
Then three fifths…
Then two thirds…
Then five sevenths…
Then three fourths…
Then seven ninths…
Then four fifths…
It will never be a whole number,
But I’m going to get as close as I can.
Happy birthday.
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