I was born with 300 bones,
And when I had met her,
I had in full 206 bones;
The attempts were to increase,
The number but alas! As it happened,
The game and the gamble of the time,
As she would leave, I was left with,
Nothing, no alphabets, no numbers, but
The solitary bone- The Poetic Bone.
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Saw 296, fingers or toes. Then I saw the 0. Thought legs, arms; Curious to know.