Ima Ryma


Ada Lovelace - Poem by Ima Ryma

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Ada Lovelace, Lord Byron's child,
With the numbers made poetry.
By computing, she was beguiled.
Computer programmer was she,
A pioneer of the machine
That intertwines all life today.
She foretold what it all could mean,
Way ahead of her time, do say.
She loved to gamble and did try
To find a mathematic spin.
On making bets - it went awry.
But otherwise, she was a win.

'The Enchantress of Numbers' got
10/16 as her numbered spot.


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  • Rookie - 314 Points Hardik Vaidya (2/17/2013 3:09:00 AM)

    Ima Ryma you reek of belligerence blooming in soft elegant forgivance. Bravo. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 17, 2013



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