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living iside of my circle,

i could not fathom the squares.

but all around me there were these strange shapes,

like all of the patches of hairs.

but now i cannot find any,

not even the slightest of airs.

i look and i look for my runaway shapes,

even on top of the stairs.

then without notice there appears one in my hand,

a shape that is not quite native to my land.

i take it to the shape doctor and what might he tell me?

i have a case of the runaway squares

and there is nothing that can save me.

         oh joy!