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Baby Bush
In the realm of time,
Regularity does chime,
Days pass in rhythm,
Like waves upon a shoreline.
Oh, sweet Regularity,
With every tick of the clock,
You shape our lives,
Like a jagged rock.
The sun rises without a doubt,
Routine sets us free to shout,
From Monday through to Sunday,
With Regularity, we’ll find our way.
Haiku:
Routine sets in,
Days unfold like clockwork’s beat,
Life with regularity.
Short joke:
Why was the math book sad?
Because it had too many parentheses and couldn’t find its Regularity!
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