And No One Even Knows I Exist, Not Even Me


Three Sixty And Five
Is the magic number that makes the world go ’round.
Four “K”,
Jackpot-
Tax Returns.

In this whirlwind of color and hurry,
Who’ll stop to see my face?
Who’ll ever learn to spell my name right?
“S,C,I” is how It goes.
But so do so many other things.
In permutation after permutation,
Am I a mere chance of a person?

And No One Even Knows I Exist, Not Even Me

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