Rectangle: A Poem
If I was a rectangle,
I'd widen all my borders,
To form cozy, hidden corners,
My straight lines would be pillars of strength,
Locked together, housing secret angles above and beneath.
If I was a rectangle,
I would stand on principles that none could erase,
Overflowing with feeling, but only given a cold and empty face,
Unflexible and rigid, like a statue I'd stand,
A loving soul, yet without a tender, reaching hand.
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