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THE APPLE OF GRAVITY
If I were the apple that Hit Sir Isaac Newton, I wish I would hit him on The feet and not the head! Feet of a great master are Truly where I belong; I would gladly sacrifice Myself for sake of science. Just a look at my outside Brought realization In his mind that gravity Pervades the whole cosmos. I wonder had he cut me To look at my inside, What great discovery he might Make in biology. I would be proud in the thought, My life was not in vain. It made Newton discover An immortal theory! * Written in 7-6-7-6 syllabic format. * Initially posted as item 958600, substituted on 15 May 2005 by entry 347241 in the book MISCELLANEA, "MISCELLANEA" M C Gupta 5 April 2005
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