Riddle among Rhymes

“What is it that is always on you, but you rarely use?”

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32 to 9, Rhyme.

Imagine a kid, on the last bench of a class He couldn’t make friends, he couldn’t write or draw Logic left his head, long before the bell Using his finger as people, he would idly finger wrestle —- Maths never made sense, formulas weren’t strong He wasn’t so dumb, but he was truly so lost He […]