WHEEL OF FORTUNE

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WHEEL OF FORTUNE

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The numbers the numbers

We have to crunch the numbers

The pluses we gladly add

The minuses make us sad/mad

But the numbers do not care

If they make sense or are fair

The numbers decide the nation, 

Science and our current situation

So we are stretching and crunching

Wretching and punching

Kvetching and scrunching

The numbers the numbers

Those pesky facts

Of days flown by and cold hard cash

We study the numbers night and day

To see what the signs have to say

The numbers can fly off the page

And enter our minds as fear or rage

We will keep the numbers where they belong

They are our servants, weak or strong

We are not victims of our fate

We only need to recalculate

Take those number from the shelf

Get them to work for your future self

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