Why did Superboy play in the doorway,
Of number 11 up from the slipway.
Then on down the road another boy asked,
'What number comes after 110? ' then,
My Angel helped me to say '111' then...
I recall my prompt on the digital clock,
11: 11 means my Angel's like 'Hitchcock'!
No matter what road I may walk along,
The presence of Angels sings like a song.
It feels like living in the Twilight Zone,
Like a good conversation on the telephone.
Sailing back from the Island was a grand tour,
I must go back to receive some more.

Charles McMullen

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