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In Counting

One, Two
Im counting again,
Three, Four,
what i should have said.
Five, Six,
thoughts all blend.
Seven, Eight
where is the end?
Nine, Ten
double digets.
Eleven, Twelve
she always fidgets.
Thirteen, Fourteen
the omen passed.
Fifteen, Sixteen
was i built to last?
Seventeen, Eighteen
only skin deep.
Nineteen, Twenty
Better off counting sheep

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