The height of a child as he grows over time is a continuous function.
It was I, the notcher and the dater
on the doorframe through which you came and went; I, the datakeeper,
demonstrator (see how tall?)
for whom the top notch would become a reach, a stretch; I through
whom you came, then went,
who built my back and biceps lifting you, tickled I’m coming to get you!
I developed a taste for a burden,
for your arms ever-reaching. Now my arms looped your waist,
your chin on my head.
I was reduced to beck and call at the door. The graph of a continuous
function can be drawn
without lifting the chalk from the board. Did you think that you
and I were through?
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