The cros 'tween a flask and a beaker,
Is commonly known as a fleaker.
Here chemistry's played,
When reagents are made,
In glass that is stronger, not weaker.
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Packrat Poet
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. I am very passionate about nature and want to combine science and art to enhance environmental awareness.
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Midnight
60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
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