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He started with one,
For nothing's hard to perceive.
He then reached ten,
With relative ease.
Then came one hundred,
Two nothings were found,
He thought to himself,
They'll go to ground.
After a while,
One thousand was reached.
One and three nothings,
He felt ill at ease.
He then back-tracked,
To find the source.
One hundred, then ten,
Then one of course.
He then took a chance,
To express at a glance,
That perhaps nothing exists,
In a perpetual sense,
But then when counted,
Is one in defense.
