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Founder's Canon

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ou are square, and I am round

My hole’s right here, yours can’t be found And so what now are we to do? I won’t go through if you can’t too You say “just let me lose my edge,” My dear, that statement is a ledge That I will not let you jump off The price you’ll pay’s a greater cost One day perhaps your piece will fit But till that day, with you I sit And till arrives that distant day I’ll long to sit less far away

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