Love Poem: Numbers
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Written by: Johnette Loefgren

Numbers

now I
've got your number 
 he said as he left me

alone 
on the
 third 
highest hill in the town,

Number one 
you are boring 
and now you've bereft me

of two 
of the diamonds
I spent on your gown.

 Three 
of the children are
 four 
years or older ,so
I'm taking the
 five
 o'clock train out of state,
go pack them 
six
 bags in a 
seven
 bag folder
and get them all dressed,
for I must not be late,

Eight 
times I told you my
 nine 
lives are waning 
Ten 
minutes later 
eleven
 bells  sound 
Twelve 
o'clock midnight 
 my patience is straining
your number is up 
and my 
interest 
is 
down.