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After carefully constructing a research paradigm, Analysing the data, ensuring all facts align; It’s time I told others of my latest break through, But first
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
After carefully constructing a research paradigm, Analysing the data, ensuring all facts align; It’s time I told others of my latest break through, But first
Why am I a scientist? Partly due to personal perseverance And perspiration. But I wouldn’t even have had the chance To work Up A Sweat
The soothing sound of blue floats past my sight, I open up my eyes to hear a shape; The colours and the music are not
Detecting bubbles in the Milky Way, Or sorting a muon and gamma ray; Identifying planets and their stars, Then codifying ice geysers on Mars.
A valley in the sands of time, Beyond a place, a paradigm; A confluence, a new frontier, Where science breaks the bonds of fear.
When eating bread, we often find A question forming in our mind: “Should I have white or try whole wheat? Whilst one is hearty one
Beneath your blind and wrinkled face, you know There lies a hidden strength on which to draw; You seethe and huddle in the ground below,
Meiosis is the way new life is made, Two rounds of cell division is its aim; This is how information is conveyed, Ensuring pairs of
You cast off with a heavy heart, A flash of bloodshot as you leap; And even though this is the start, The ocean waves call
The sky lit up with careless ease, We left you as we fled the scene. A distant whisper in the trees, The sky lit up