Sunday, August 19, 2018
Harmonia Mundi
A lucky number, a date, an hour,
A log, a figure, and all that shall transpire;
Luckiest number of all numbers, seven,
Possibly God on the seventh day created Heaven;
Yet, four is the number of evil,
Lest we forget, six-six-six marks the devil;
Number eight, the sign of infinity,
Whereas three, the mystery of Trinity;
Of all the numbers in between,
There's no unluckier number than thirteen;
Number one is the sign of a hero,
Though nothing's ever gained by zero;
Ten deserves two digits to make even,
While adding a digit makes eleven;
The number five counts the hands and toes,
The number nine makes a baseball team whole;
The greatest number is one-hundred, you see,
Times a thousand, you have plenty.
- John Hardesty
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