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"1331 is already done 1111 is even more fun With these number and with these words We prove to each other that we are nerds. Tell me a story whilst I dream Tell it with flourishes, candy and cream And get it right, don't get it not quite, That's the last byte, I'll say goodnight." ~A My Dear… She says with a grin… A poem you offer to the Lion’s Pen. Bet me One Dollar,that I can make you 'holler'. I accept your challenging words. I’ve got it just right and to your delight, Yes, It’ll mean we’re both nerds. As I speak to the birds. !!Eleven Elevens cried the Sevens, While the fours lay down to snooze. In the middle of play, on a summer day… They thought they had nothing to lose. Near an Aspen tree, the grass was long, The birds sang sweet, the sweetest song. Bees are near, and their hum is clear so how could they possibly go wrong. So in a shady patch near a wooded gate, The fours lay down, and became an Eight. !! Eleven Elevens cried the Sevens and by and by… “I I”, I replied! My eyes wide, my breath in a whirl! How can it be! The HE… is a girl! Know! A whirl and a swirl! In a spiraling wind!! The Earth fell away, And I began Again. The fours are a signal, Tu find the Begin. How would you like, your coffee My Love? Sweet with Me? Little Milk from Above? On a Sunday Morning? At the dawn or the Light? Or a Sat.Day night? With candles? In the moonlight? As you asked, I’m making sure it’s just right. Sit with me, my truest heart, The travel is long, four along we’ll part. There came a day, in a park, near a tree, When I walked in the sun, I found a Three. And He said to me "There come a Kin, when the waters change. Look still to the reeds, they re-arrange. Near the edge of Sea, there two, you’ll be, Near the Lark, hear too, the Indian say, IT, is to be THIS way." And my O my, my sweetest heart, I heard Him speak, I heard the Lark! How could it be, I asked mysElf, Two elevens at large, a funnel of wealth! I heard him speak and in return, Was given my health and path to yearn. A deal I made four the Sevens that day. And returned to me, my Love. And Our Way. I wanted to play. Neurotic I am, to hear you say, Wait four me, it’s the Neurotic way. And so my Dear, I leave you now, Dreaming your dreams In candy and creams While I fly and I smile And I leave you hear Dear, Awaiting Awhile, Cuz I have it just right and I know With delight, in your dreams at night, You can see my smile, from near at One Mile. And with that little byte, I’ll leave you tonight.

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"1331 is already done 1111 is even more fun With these number and with these words We prove to each other that we are nerds. Tell me a story whilst I dream Tell it with flourishes, candy and cream And get it right, don't get it not quite, That's the last byte, I'll say goodnight." ~A My Dear… She says with a grin… A poem you offer to the Lion’s Pen. Bet me One Dollar,that I can make you 'holler'. I accept your challenging words. I’ve got it just right and to your delight, Yes, It’ll mean we’re both nerds. As I speak to the birds. !!Eleven Elevens cried the Sevens, While the fours lay down to snooze. In the middle of play, on a summer day… They thought they had nothing to lose. Near an Aspen tree, the grass was long, The birds sang sweet, the sweetest song. Bees are near, and their hum is clear so how could they possibly go wrong. So in a shady patch near a wooded gate, The fours lay down, and became an Eight. !! Eleven Elevens cried the Sevens and by and by… “I I”, I replied! My eyes wide, my breath in a whirl! How can it be! The HE… is a girl! Know! A whirl and a swirl! In a spiraling wind!! The Earth fell away, And I began Again. The fours are a signal, Tu find the Begin. How would you like, your coffee My Love? Sweet with Me? Little Milk from Above? On a Sunday Morning? At the dawn or the Light? Or a Sat.Day night? With candles? In the moonlight? As you asked, I’m making sure it’s just right. Sit with me, my truest heart, The travel is long, four along we’ll part. There came a day, in a park, near a tree, When I walked in the sun, I found a Three. And He said to me "There come a Kin, when the waters change. Look still to the reeds, they re-arrange. Near the edge of Sea, there two, you’ll be, Near the Lark, hear too, the Indian say, IT, is to be THIS way." And my O my, my sweetest heart, I heard Him speak, I heard the Lark! How could it be, I asked mysElf, Two elevens at large, a funnel of wealth! I heard him speak and in return, Was given my health and path to yearn. A deal I made four the Sevens that day. And returned to me, my Love. And Our Way. I wanted to play. Neurotic I am, to hear you say, Wait four me, it’s the Neurotic way. And so my Dear, I leave you now, Dreaming your dreams In candy and creams While I fly and I smile And I leave you hear Dear, Awaiting Awhile, Cuz I have it just right and I know With delight, in your dreams at night, You can see my smile, from near at One Mile. And with that little byte, I’ll leave you tonight.

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