I ran away in 2003... landed in a state far away... ended up homeless... moved here to Montana... but decided to face old demons and traveled back to Costa Rica... traveled to England... moved to Costa Rica... traveled to Europe and around the world... lived in Thailand... now resting back here in Montana.
Was it life or death? I dunno; but, one decision led to another. I couldn't have predicted it.
I've been back in Montana three months... too long imho. Should've been here in April and Thailand in July. It's a long trip: 10 time zones west, 14 east. I've flown both. One word: exhausting.
A number riddle, not too hard.
I am not even so I'm odd.
I'm less then twenty more then ten.
Think I'm composite? Guess again!
No snake eyes roll applies to me.
For second digit don't count threes.
Perhaps my value's now foreseen
I am the number ?????????
You'll need to figure out the ending to this poem on your own.
Prompt: "WRITE A POEM ABOUT NUMBERS or A NUMBER" for "EIGHT, the Weekend - 07.28.24"
Word Count: 47 words
Line Count: 8 Lines
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