Apparently I am the glue,
Well really, the stubborn middle term,
That makes this family indivisible.

But you don't know,
And I hope you never will,
That we are factorable.

Us three,
We are a difference of cubes,
Break us down, and take one away,
We all dissolve,
All that's left is our simplest form. 

The End

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