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Arun Wright
An Ode to Statistics
A very dull monday,
with clouds a'cryin',
and we sit here half asleep,
dreamin' of a'flyin'.
The same thing over and over;
"The same thing, with a different letter..."
I sit here writing this,
and think, "No doubt, this could be better."
And as I bring this poem to a close,
I think of all those beautiful days,
that we sit here in this boring class,
with our life and minds in a daze.
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