Yes, Frank, but 985 isn't prime. Easy enough to change.

Jeez - just like Bob to notice and just like me to get the number wrong, when I was reading it off a list - thanks.

Frank

Thirteen

Thirteen’s the strangest, finest age you’ll know.
Your voice will change, while hair begins to grow
In places where it’s never grown before,
And pimples will explode from every pore

As girls who used to bore will turn to goddesses,
And you’ll yearn to explore their bras and bodices.
As awkward and as springy as a colt,
Impossible to live with till you molt,

You’ll never be so low or so high strung,
So out of sorts from simply being young;
You'll never be so wise, or half so sure
Of all the thing that growing up would cure.

A nice one, Ed.

If I may say so, I think it should be "moult", and "all the things".