The Platonic Lesson (for Brent Noel)

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By Andrew_Rymill

Some think i am a rhombus without manners. i tell many who will listen my secret… i am a truncated icosahedron. The students the most isosceles of triangles hazard a response “Are they not extinct? sometime in the late cretaceous period perhaps?” i cry empty shapes of tears for it is easy to see that the age of geometry has long be extinct in their inward imaginations.

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