THE NUMBERS ARE GETTING CRAZY ON ME
There is something amiss here I was told numbers you could always trust Mind you I only work in small and exacting ones I know, twelve inches is a foot all day long And three of them make a yard Twenty Four hours make a day except on Christmas Eve And right before Christmas the two last months are longer As we grow Mom or Dad marks our height on the door frame I graduated high school at a full five feet four inches There is something amiss here, I tell you the truth I'm old enough to graduate to... Sign in to see full entry.