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I fear that I will always b a lonely number like √3

I fear that I will always b a lonely number like √3.

A 3 is all that’s Good in Right,
Why must keep my 3 out of my sight.

Beneath a viscous Square Root Sign,
I wish instead I were 9.

For 9 could thwart this Evil-trick,
With just some quick Arithmetic.

I know I never see the Sun,
As 1.7321.

Such is my Reality,
As sad as Rationality.

When Hug is what this i see,
Another Square root of 3.

As quietly come what seen by,
Together now we Multiply.

Form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an Integer.

We break free from our Mortal Bonds,
And wave away our Magic Wands.

Our Square root Signs become Unglued,
& love for me is Renewed