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I remember how my sister,

69, was always “nice”.

Then my brother, 67,

Became a meme. It happened twice!

Yet here I am, poor 68,

Unrecognized ‘til now.

I am still important though,

And let me tell you how:

I’m the atomic number for Erbium

And the number of squares in Chutes and Ladders;

Emperor Nero died in year 68

So Julio-Claudians think that matters;

I’m a trope for a generic hotel room number

And the latitude of midnight sun;

L.C. Greenwood of the Steelers

Wore my number. Super fun!

I’m two-times-two times seventeen

And a Californian highway

And still despite these awesome facts

I never get things my way…

For now I’ll stay anonymous

As seems to be my fate

But watch for me on YouTube

In 2028.