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'mathematical word problem'

i once had a friend named tom,
he would sit on a porch all the day long:

strumming a guitar with his fingers.

i once had a friend named fatty,
he would skate the streets all the day long:

kicking the dirt with his sneakers.

when the sun starts to set,
my mind wanders to suspect:

the wheels are at rest on the lawn.

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