When I asked him how old was he
Giving a mischievous wink
Said won’t tell you straightly
But in a riddle to think!
If you add up the digits of that year
Multiply it by three
You would be almost there
But not there exactly!
Three more to it you’ve to add
And that’s my age no doubt
You would make me really glad
If can figure that out!
The two digits that make my age
Have a difference of one
You’ve enough clues to the maze
To work out my age with fun!
The digits added is short of ten
But from one too far
Would you now take the pain
To make my age clear?
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 9:06 AM UTC
When I asked him how old was he
Giving a mischievous wink
Said won’t tell you straightly
But in a riddle to think!
If you add up the digits of that year
Multiply it by three
You would be almost there
But not there exactly!
Three more to it you’ve to add
And that’s my age no doubt
You would make me really glad
If can figure that out!
The two digits that make my age
Have a difference of one
You’ve enough clues to the maze
To work out my age with fun!
The digits added is short of ten
But from one too far
Would you now take the pain
To make my age clear?
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