Jake Heggie - Euclid

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Old Euclid drew a circle
On a sand-beach long ago
He bounded and enclosed it
With angles thus and so
His set of solemn greybeards
Nodded and argued much
Of arc and of circumference
Diameter and such
A silent child stood by them
From morning until noon
Because they drew such charming
Round pictures of the moon
 
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