There were eleven sweets
placed in a box
she kept it in a bag
along with ten such other
Eleven was such a good number to her
she liked the 'odds'
coming out of her 'hole'
she often attracted the 'looks'
she cared not anyway
and went about her tasks
the bags with the eleven bags with the eleven sweets
all were soon given off
to eleven people
who were homeless and hungry
not caring for a second look
she walked off to the park
choosing the eleventh bench
she took out her book to read
'Eleven minutes'
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