it seems to me
that two pi r
has gone to where
too few would dare
and pi r squared,
it also seems,
is loathing some
where in between
so all the way
around i see
the point; it has
come back to me
and covers lots
of ground within
to ponder to
my own chagrin
life and times of r w miller
poems, musings, random thoughts and observations
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