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Sunday, 28 May 2017


This fun poem was written during a very boring stage in my young life when I was an office clerk at the Belfast Corporation Electricity Department's Power Station West - sometimes time dragged and imagination headed towards the surreal.  One day I stared at a calculator and...........

0, 1 and 9
decided on the plan
to make the great escape
but they needed helping hands.

3, 6 and 8
were happy to connive
and they managed to convince
2, 4 and 5.

After much discussion,
with a serious harangue,
7 with reluctance
joined the numbers gang

In the office lunch hour
from a crack under the plus,
the digits made their getaway
minus any fuss.

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