One dimensional
The humble line
Such a bore
Yearning always
It still aspires
To be more
A majestic square
In two dimensions
It must be
So it bends
And it turns
Filled with glee
Other lines look
Unbelieving
Their mouths agape
It has changed
Formed anew
Into a shape
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