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The clock ticks mercilessly- a harbinger of doom passing by, counting out our time, individual grains of sand, until we meet with our demise. Archimedes calculated Pi to 3.14286. This form follows that with 3 words in the first line followed by one word, then four, etc. Thanks to Brooke - thanks veterans
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