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When in Rome...
Some years ago, a child was born
one April, just before the dawn.
She had huge eyes of navy blue;
her hair: a rusty, reddish hue.
She grew up with a thirst for knowledge
(not just the type you'd learn in college)—
numbers, silly signs, world weather;
puzzles, both absurd and clever.
A woodwind teacher by profession,
she also had in her possession
ocarina, fife, trombone,
piano, Xaphoon, xylophone!
Now, to find her year of birth,
you have the clues, for what that's worth.
You need twelve words - that's your new mission -
find their values; use addition.
one April, just before the dawn.
She had huge eyes of navy blue;
her hair: a rusty, reddish hue.
She grew up with a thirst for knowledge
(not just the type you'd learn in college)—
numbers, silly signs, world weather;
puzzles, both absurd and clever.
A woodwind teacher by profession,
she also had in her possession
ocarina, fife, trombone,
piano, Xaphoon, xylophone!
Now, to find her year of birth,
you have the clues, for what that's worth.
You need twelve words - that's your new mission -
find their values; use addition.
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