Monday, October 27, 2008

Birthday Poem 2008

i was born in thirty-six
and now i'm seventy-two,
seems a little mystical
like an oddly numbered stew.

four eighteens are seventy-two
or eight nines in a row,
numbers in a conga line
they tell and also show.

six twelves will also get there
or thirty-six neat deuces,
all these things will make my day,
no lovers, war, or truces.

2008

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