For more information on the number nine, visit your local library.

The number nine
Sways end
to Z
Into the penultimate
Maddening vine.
Rolling over
Into catastrophe
Coded
Between the strands
Of ATGC.
Hated and
Abated
Or more likely
Abhorred
By every
Two-digit
Number
In the world.
Why we ask
And
Nein
They say
As the moon
sets
Into
The day.
It can be stricken
Or it can stay
But bets
Cannot be
Thrown
Away.

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