On a Circle

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Title:     On a Circle
Author: Jonathan Swift [More Titles by Swift]

I'm up and down, and round about,
Yet all the world can't find me out;
Though hundreds have employ'd their leisure,
They never yet could find my measure.
I'm found almost in every garden,
Nay, in the compass of a farthing.
There's neither chariot, coach, nor mill,
Can move an inch except I will.

-THE END-
Jonathan Swift and friends' poem: On a Circle

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