Friday the Thirteenth
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Maybe superstitions are not so serious after all
Friday the Thirteenth
By Franklin Price
1/13/2017
One and thirty days this month,
Twelve have gone by.
The thirteenth is upon us,
Not good, I'll tell you why
Friday, is the reason;
Bad luck for you and me
Have gotten up the courage
Looked through the blinds to see.
A black cat's sitting on my porch.
A ladder's o'er the sash.
I'll make a path around them
When I decide to make my dash
I'll take my rabbit's foot with me.
Incantations I will shout.
Superstitions, I will overcome.
The house I need's not in but out.
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2017
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