Numbers Poem by Charles Chaim Wax

Numbers

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I walked into the bank
to count nineteen people on line.
The guy in front of me turned and asked,
'Is this November 20,1995? '
(He had just written '1995' on a withdrawal slip.)
'November 20,1994, ' I said.
'I don't know what's happening.
They hit me car, they robbed my house,
and, now,
all my teeth fell out-gum disease.'
'Don't let it get you down, ' I merrily proclaimed.
'Yeah. I just gotta hang on.'
Then he crossed out the '5' and substituted the '4.'

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