Numerology - Poem by Abdul Wahab
If nine becomes six
And six becomes nine
Both will make a position
Great lovers call it sixty nine.
Eleven minus two makes nine
But nine plus two makes eleven
A great tragedy in the history of human.
Put eight on the back of one
Below this number you are teen
Minus two from it you are sweet sixteen.
Two after two is twenty two
This catch is very pathetic
You can not fight or retreat.
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