Final Prime

Poem By Linda Hepner

What are those numbers called,
Please don't tell me...
I'd rather not know than have death defined...
Those numbers that go nowhere, but installed
Within our system that we'd like to flee
Have no divisor and won't leave our mind.

Comments about Final Prime

This poem says a lot in so few lines. Nice work. (I hate to hear my numbers, too!) Raynette
I HATE math! ! But, nice poem. Sincerely, Mary


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