Hund's Rule

By: ry91 (School of Chemical Eng. and Analytical Science)
Competition Year: 2014
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This morning I felt like an electron,
As I climbed onto the ancient, lurching 142,
And peered past bleary faces, praying for an empty pew,
None free, I found myself squeezing into an orbital next to you.
Hund’s Rule seems to govern sitting on the bus, too.
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