Megan's numbers were everywhere where ever she looked see saw them Two pints brought to her door One pint at number Four
Numerology was her favourite pastime Twenty years now and still an avid fan even her birthday was magic to her it was Seven of the seventh seventy seven
When young she counted to Ten before she even could walk some say she is slightly odd counting on fingers whilst walking the dogs
All I saw was another master of numbers a master of the scientific arts and when she got older me and her were never apart
She'd tell me I was a fool, to chuck it all away I'd say Megan read my numbers today that would keep her quite for these were Megan's numbers