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Bharath Nandibhatla
Two Odd souls, You & I. Together, We're Even. Two odd numbers always sum up to an even number. Hence Proved!
Two odd numbers always sum up to an even number. Hence Proved!
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The sum of my love for you multiplied, after our division. Sum of my love #nojoto #nojotoenglish
Sum of my love #Nojoto #nojotoenglish
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Success is the sum of small efforts ©Akhilesh Baghel Success is the sum of small efforts
Success is the sum of small efforts #Motivational
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Life teaches you with snatching ur likes Patience teaches you to choose ur likes It's ok to be broken darling It's ok to be get ignored It's ok to be undervalued It's ok ur feelings r transparent But it's not ok to be stagnant in the same place It's hard to leave I know but create a space U r the queen made for the real king Smile darling fly with ur wing -parveen firdose sum
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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
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 #yqbaba #lovepoem #buildhome #adpf #fibonaccipoem
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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
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