Five done,twenty eight more to go,
I hope.
I imagine all the ways twenty nine, thirty, thirty one or two might be .
I stop and wonder if all this is a ploy
I laugh it out, smile and trust you'd never toy with me in such a way.
back to counting and it feels like an eternity.
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