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Regular pentagons do not tile the plane, but there are 15 families of irregular convex pentagons that do

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Regular pentagons do not tile the plane, but there are 15 families of irregular convex pentagons that do
A semiregular tiling of the plane.
Regular pentagons do not tile the plane, but there are 15 families of irregular convex pentagons that do
Regular pentagons do not tile the plane, but there are 15 families of irregular convex pentagons that do
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