Just a poem that popped in my head. Read On!

11:11 rolls by.

I make the same wish every night.

By God's will and my own heart.

If you would only see me that would be a start.

But by day I hide my wish

Until that time where magic is rich.

In that minute I am free

To wish with all my might that you might love me.

I'm tired and not very talkative tonight. Wishing, StevieBumpkin2011, signing off!