Day 8,948

Bonus Poem!

We can count up to ten, we can count to a hundred
and these are two numbers that we understand
And we can take one, multiply by the other,
and in this way get ourselves up to a grand

But much more than that and it starts to lose meaning
the mind just can’t feel the big numbers it knows
I guess it’s just that we get too far away from
our trusty friend old Mister Fingers and Toes

And so we use years when we count up our birthdays
but then there’s the problem of having so few
and really it’s days we have, that’s what we’re spending
and every day we get one brand spanking new

So don’t let too many days spin off uncounted
This year thing is nonsense, a terrible trap
We hope that each one of your days will be happy
except that there’s bound to be some filled with crap

poem posted by PIZZAWOLF in the Midnight Ridazz forums

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