What is your number in your call?
The one you remember that is your all
Is it the number when your unfold your fist
That is five that seems natural in your gist
Perhaps it is seven as the luck is known
Or for some ten in a decimal sown
And I know that one is the loneliest to choose
That you mean in the end you will loose
But I think for most of us as you know how
It's the number two together perfectly now.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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