One should not be done,
Two makes you feel blue,
Three won't cover your need,
Four devours the soul,
Five reddens the eyes,
Six is a lethal mix,
Seven still far from heaven,
Eight isn't all that great,
Nine sounds just about fine, --
but let me tell you, before Edison's time,
we all slept a lot, as meant by design,
and still, beware, cosmic citizen:
never settle on eleven,
never believe that twelve would work,
or even thirteen, a quirky routine -
at night time, only TEN is ZEN.
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