Sorcerer, I sleep through the dark deeds
the dark deeds which I rarely breathe
Rolling around my bed I puzzle
how many people I muzzle
In the dark there was a ray of light
traveling towards the number pile
All night I scribbled
yet got nothing right
papers and papers
I wasted piles
A scarf I tied around me tight
wondering which numbers will unlock my mind
The box I held under my arm
which numbers do I choose from
six numbers in all I had to fill
each one a single digit
I mixed and matched random dates
as I thought that would unlock the safe
but I didn’t manage to get anything straight
And suddenly I remembered the Fibonacci
as my mom had said “add carefully”
I unlocked the string
and pulled out a ring
thanks to the Fibonacci
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