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The Reynolds number and his mates

By: Humaima S
Competition Year: 2013
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Sitting in an empty class I begin to contemplate
The Reynolds number and his mates

HYSYS then springs to mind and my heart loses pace I have fought the battle for four long years and I have reached my place.
The all-nighters had, the friends made and that one time mountain escapade.
All is done now all the fun had for having done this, am I truly mad?
But now I sit in the empty class thinking this and writing that
And once again begin to contemplate
The Reynolds number and his mates
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