Because prime numbers are numbers whose only factors are itself and one, and one cannot be itself and one.
You know you’re alone
But you’re thinking you’re not
You feel someone is there
Hiding behind a dot
He peeps when you’re not looking
And cringes when you glance
He’s playing his little game
Which he knows can make you dance
So you get up, scurry,
Your face dashed with worry
You search under the tables
Between every floor tiles
Open every drawers
Rummage every “X” files
But when at last you find him
He is looking at you
And you cannot believe it
You have gone laughing too
The one you are playing with
Is no one but you.
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