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Archisman Dey

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This Poem Says nothing That attracts attention It is only a weird creation For someone who loves maths like I do, I wrote this poem depicting my love for numbers in fibonacci, for you. Fibonacci series is a series of numbers in which each number ( Fibonacci Number) is the sum of the two preceding numbers. Eg:- 0 1 1 2 3 5 8

This Poem Says nothing That attracts attention It is only a weird creation For someone who loves maths like I do, I wrote this poem depicting my love for numbers in fibonacci, for you. Fibonacci series is a series of numbers in which each number ( Fibonacci Number) is the sum of the two preceding numbers. Eg:- 0 1 1 2 3 5 8

Haseena Dudekula

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Every Time He said I am busy She smiled through her tears! #Fibonacci #YQbaba

Every Time He said I am busy She smiled through her tears! #Fibonacci #YQbaba

Pratik Dasgupta

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प्यार दर्द न दवा न कोई मर्ज लोग कहते हैं मुझे खूदगर्ज समझते नहीं खुद से प्यार करना है फर्ज । #Fibonacci #112358 #Love #YQBaba

प्यार दर्द न दवा न कोई मर्ज लोग कहते हैं मुझे खूदगर्ज समझते नहीं खुद से प्यार करना है फर्ज । #Fibonacci #112358 #Love #YQBaba

Abinesh

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I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example, they are willing to count anything or anyone: two pickles, one door to the room, eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of addition— add two cups of milk and stir— the sense of plenty: six plums on the ground, three more falling from the tree. And multiplication's school of fish times fish, whose silver bodies breed beneath the shadow of a boat. Even subtraction is never loss, just addition somewhere else: five sparrows take away two, the two in someone else's garden now. There's an amplitude to long division, as it opens Chinese take-out box by paper box, inside every folded cookie a new fortune. And I never fail to be surprised by the gift of an odd remainder, footloose at the end: forty-seven divided by eleven equals four, with three remaining. Three boys beyond their mothers' call, two Italians off to the sea, one sock that isn't anywhere you look ©Abinesh Numbers

I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example, they are willing to count anything or anyone: two pickles, one door to the room, eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of addition— add two cups of milk and stir— the sense of plenty: six plums on the ground, three more falling from the tree. And multiplication's school of fish times fish, whose silver bodies breed beneath the shadow of a boat. Even subtraction is never loss, just addition somewhere else: five sparrows take away two, the two in someone else's garden now. There's an amplitude to long division, as it opens Chinese take-out box by paper box, inside every folded cookie a new fortune. And I never fail to be surprised by the gift of an odd remainder, footloose at the end: forty-seven divided by eleven equals four, with three remaining. Three boys beyond their mothers' call, two Italians off to the sea, one sock that isn't anywhere you look ©Abinesh Numbers

Arshi Dokadia

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I stopped looking at the numbers the day they began to interfere with my words. #YQbaba #numbers

I stopped looking at the numbers the day they began to interfere with my words. #YQbaba #numbers

Suraj Jha

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binary numbers jo hata ha usko ham ( 0;1 ) me he likh sakte hai ©Suraj Jha binary numbers

binary numbers jo hata ha usko ham ( 0;1 ) me he likh sakte hai ©Suraj Jha binary numbers