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I wish I knew the reason why An X, L, V and I, I, I Is how one can identify Which Super Bowl this is. Though Roman numerals I hate, Without them, one could not equate Those letters with game 48 - It’s almost like a quiz. I wonder who decided that The Roman way is where it’s at; It had to be a bureaucrat Or mathematics whiz. So every year I rack my brain In hopes that yes, I did retain Those skills to let me ascertain Which Super Sunday ‘tis.

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Date: 2/7/2014 11:24:00 PM
It's quite confusing to sort em' out. Those roman numerals, supposedly with clout. A ten, a fifty, a five and three. They've got em' so mixed up they don't make sense to me. Touche' ilene. Peace. :)
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Date: 2/2/2014 10:36:00 PM
A different kind of Superbowl poem! I enjoyed this one, it is different and true! Nice write Ilene. :)
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Date: 2/2/2014 4:49:00 PM
Imaginative write with your usual great rhyming. Good job, Ilene.
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Date: 2/2/2014 4:09:00 PM
Nice Ilene....Tim
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