It’s a strange thought, to be sure,
but of years, I am two-score plus two.
42, and a bit more.
Adams may say,
“Life, the Universe, and Everything, you know?”
Certainly his joke.
Yet, why do I find that 42,
is the Age when I found the Key to You?
Tumblers click before Me,
Unsure how Adams knew.
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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.