Magic Number thirty three, oh how much you mean to me. Memories from long ago, when sweet love was in full flow. It whispers from a distant past, and sets my heart a racin fast. A number that may hold the key, to everything I want to be. The product of those numbers is, related to a cat that lives. Nine lives if I was but a cat, I just want one, I ain't got that.
Reason for writing:
A long time ago, I hit the jackpot in a bingo game with number 33. I was about 7 at the time. I got confused by the rules, which I didn't understand, as I'd never been in a bingo hall before, and didn't realise I had a very precious prize within reach. I can't remember now whether or not I got the prize, I can remember the blonde lady next to me shouting out, but I don't know if it was too late or not. I think maybe I won the prize and the blonde lady ran away with it. Can't remember. I remember thinking that blonde had fooled me in some way. I think it might have been too late to claim the prize. I'm not sure. I guess it was one of those once in a lifetime moments, that we rarely experience, and it's left an enduring impression on me, of having been close to something precious, and maybe having missed out. I can't remember.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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